Beneath My Fingers

Over Shoulder

I caress smooth skin
A shiver up your spine
Is echoed in mine

I follow soft curves
Pleasure follows my touch
Anticipation, too much

Bound as one
Joined through our eyes
My hand caressing your thighs

Is the skin I’m touching so very young?
Or, truth be told
Has it grown old?

Is it the first time for a maiden?
Or is the number high
Many decades gone by?

The shiver,
Touch and
Doesn’t feel youthful glow
Or aged hue
It only cares
That beneath my fingers
I feel you

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A post I recently saw reminded me that when the lights go out, so does age.  We need to celebrate who we are and who we are with ;)


6 thoughts on “Beneath My Fingers

  1. Serendipitous Web Life. : )

    It’s an amazing feeling when words touch your heart. This piece makes me want to cry, in a beautiful way. Thank you. Hugs! : )

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Deana! I know you like sensual writing so I was hoping you’d stop by and read this. OK, I’ll admit that it was something you said on one of your posts that made me want to write something with this theme, so I’m doubly glad you like it :)

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