Fingers

When I first me Manic Mariah we used to exchange little poems and note about how we felt about one another. It was very sweet and I still have many of them. Then one day I asked her to just name something for me to write about. She blurted out, "my fingers." This is what I came up with...

Fingers

Brothers and sisters all linked together
Gripping me hard, or light as a feather
Fingers so sexy, a delight for me to see
One stroke by them is never enough for me
One at a time, searching my skin
Finding the best place for caressing to begin

Brushing on my face or grabbing me below
Your gentile touch make my juices start to flow
From the fist touch until the last
It seems to me that an eternity has past
Touching, licking and sucking them – I like
How to work them - like riding a bike

I love your fingers, so sexual and sweet
Just remember…NEVER touch my feet