fingers

I think my finger are so deeply in luv with you my luv.
Surfing the surface of your silkish desired skin.
Feeling their way along your soothing untamed sighs.
I try to pull them away but they cling to my best friend.

Holding on as if they don't want to leave your side.
My fingers need the contact carefully brushing and softening.
Easing back and forth pleasing and riding your curves.
Stuck to you as you are who you are enjoying what's happening.

Having their way and own intension to satisfy themselves.
It's the touch encountered that is felt between you and them.
The invaded space where air itself can not seem to ever go.
Fingers reaching and stretching out from my limbs.

Trying to get closer to the feel of your everlasting enjoyment.
Being teased in comfort like no other could ever accomplish.
Wanting the carress of every stroke expressed in luv.
To the fingers, you my one are far more than a luv'r or a crush.