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