Linger with your fingertips
Above the summit of my skin
And hold me there in anguished want
That I may beg you to come in
Deny me the water of my thirst
Which would my mind corrupt
Stay above that threshold yet
That I may beg the complete touch
It crashes now
The threshold breaks
Softly down my neck
Slowly still
The plummet smooth
Above my trembling breast
The climax of his fingers
Tease the swollen peak
And from deep within another plain
The pleasure of it speaks
My body arcs towards him
Like a flower seeks the sun
And to the power of his hands
I willingly succumb
He separates my softer parts
And artfully applies
The circling finger to my flesh
Which triggers me to cry
Hastily I meet his lips
And gently they collide
Our tongues dance with each other
And hold my screams inside
I grab his thighs to pull him in
With a deep and desperate need
He stops me for a moment
And then lets me succeed
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