Friction
Her fingers felt like whipped cream on my skin.
Her fingers felt like caramel and honey, sticking to me for life.
Her fingers felt like a patch made of linen.
Her fingers felt like a cure that ended all my strife.
Her fingers glaze my body
with memories I will never forget.
Her fingers unlock my lock with her key
Her fingers make me melt.
The friction teases my goosebumps
The friction asks me for consent
and when I say yes
the friction gets harder
but I love it so much.
Her fingers brainwashed me.
Her fingers enticed me.
Her fingers killed me
in the softest possible way.
Her fingers!
I can never forget her fucking fingers!
I can never let go
I want to grab her fingers
and keep them on me forever
I love her so much
her fingers breathe life into my dead skin
Her fingers trace hearts onto my breasts
but her spirits penetrates my soul
(and I guess elsewhere, too)
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