Fingers

In that photo of yours I saw you – Your face, your shoulders, Your hands, and then Your fingers… My lips quivered So did my hands And I felt like touching you, With my quivering lips And unsure hands, Those very beautiful Exquisite fingers… Reading your poems of love And pondering over your letters… Sometimes I imagine You writing to me With those very same Slender and artistic Adept fingers… Very often I feel And wonder… If your fingers Ever do ache Writing so long, So nice, And so very endless, Day after day… And if they do, my Love I feel like pampering them With tender, loving care A kiss here, a kiss there… Holding them, Caressing them, Sucking them slow… Your fingers in my mouth Taking turns to go One by one, I feel them, Nibble them, Suckle them, Make love to them, Within the deep recesses Of my oral crevice… Till they feel pampered And satiated And I feel the same too… Contented and happy Making love to you With your fingers In my mouth… A wonderful tryst Of love and lust, Warmth and arousal, And then if you wish… And if I'm also willing, We can play this game All night long… Where you don’t win And I don’t lose We both win over together And lose ourselves To each other… I give free rein to Your fingers… To touch, feel And explore The inner crevices And every pore Of my body… The mouth has had its turn Now, do you wish to go Further down..? And see how it feels To caress my breasts, My derriere and my Yoni, With those seeking, Exploring fingers of yours… You’ve penned a lot of poetry And your letters intoxicate me… How about writing Some letters of love And a few lines of love ballads On the spaces and margins Of my body… Dipping your fingers, And drinking into The juice of my Dripping Yoni…