Touch

My fingers are sensitive
they're the nerve endings
of my eyes
feeling their sightless way
across the planes of you
crawling each crevice
of your face
wandering through your
curly black hair... lingering
trailing down your neck
feeling the softness
of your chest... hairless
The lover in them
discovers your course
wiry pubic hair
raising you to hardness
by climbing you
step by step
your sac drawing up
tighter and still tighter
you, engorged and so sensitive
to my touch...
I feel your heart pounding
doing double time
you sound breathless
panting in my ear
your lips are soft and warm
when they reach mine
and your tongue searches
my depths...

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