Wednesday, 19 August 2009


My forefinger traces
The outline of your face
Your eyes, nose, ears
Stopping at your mouth.
I line the line of your lips
Graciously you part them
Lettting me in
Past your teeth to your tongue.
Soft and wet
You envelop my digit
Warm and cosy
You twirl and suck
Moulding around me
You release me.... POP!

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