Finger Tips

By IvyC   

Your finger tips graze so softly across my skin
causing a reaction in my stomach that screams
within.
The throbbing of my loins pulse faster and faster with
every little stroke you make.
I try to keep it together but my body has its own plans.
I scream out with such hunger for the touch of your
hands.
Your finger tips invite me to such a place of pleasure
oh gosh my body wants to stay here forever.
The desire haunts me every single day
I just can't seem to get away.
Always on my mind is your ever pleasing touch
Your finger tips how they pleasure my body so
much.

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