The Slow Touch of my Finger
I will start at your hairline
with the lightest touch
the tip of my finger
will rest upon your skin
like morning light on a meadow.
And as dew runs down
the tender stalk of new life
erotic burning green
I will trace your flesh
from your crown to the tip of your ticklish toe
Inhale, exhale, relax
and feel my finger slowly caress
slowly, teasing
over the goddess lines, curves
forehead, nose, pulsing swollen lips
Your hot breath dampens
my line down your chin
down to the hollow of your neck
sensing the quickening beat
sensing the bodies heat
Follow your collar bone
gently to your shoulder
swirl there, swirl
like a breeze disturbing a feather
and send it down, down
Into the crook of your elbow
between the blue threads of your wrist
into your palm
along tender fingers
and held by a spark, fingertip to fingertip
You’ve been holding your breath
breathe, feel, hold on
as I trace my way back
back to pause for a swirl
back to the collar bone, and then
And then, tremble, breathe
as my touch floats down
down slowly, gently
over the rise, the swell
and electric white against your hardness
Down, down the softness now
down the panting belly
at your navel, swirling, swirling
run my finger over your pelvis
touch, caress, and down
Down over your creamy thigh
inside your knee
rolling over your hills, over your calves
inside your ankle, aching, tickle
tip of your toe, my finger on your flesh
You are trembling my love
on fire, panting
I smell your need
but make you wait, patient
as I slowly, slowly run my finger up
Up, up
over the excited bumps
rising on your flushed skin
over your calves, inside your knees
inside your thighs
I trace you there
I touch you, touch you
flesh, folds, flower
my fingers on your skin
on you, over you, in you
You see, patience is a virtue my love
wine to be taken in small sips
for my fingers only traced a path
a path I will again slowly follow
follow with eager aching lips
