Tonight I'm going to pretend that my fingers are yours
Stroking my cheeks, down my neck, caressing my breasts
I'm going to close my eyes and see you looking down at me
Full of your own desire and need, lips parted, panting
Falling down on top of me to kiss me, ever so lightly at first
Then more forcefully and passionately
Tongue tickling tongue
Lips hard pressed against lips
I'm going to trace a line down my stomach with your fingers
Stopping only upon arrival to their destination
Delighting in the sensations you beget
Your fingers a frenzy of relentless rapture
Building my intensity, until I reach delirium
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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