My fingers are highly charged,
they are itching to gently peel your clothes off,
layer by layer,
very slowly,
to run up and down your spine,
leaving you tingling at their gentle touch,
they want to tickle you,
but that may cheese you off,
what do you reckon?
they are suggesting that my lips reach out to kiss you,
they move up to your face,
they stroke your cheeks so red with passion,
my fingers are quivering,
they're shaking,
as if they're feeling cold,
but they're not,
they're feeling burning hot,
they're sparking and fizzing so much,
you can almost see the sparks,
my fingers want the rest of you,
but they're stopping me writing anymore,
you know why?
Because they want you you to think what you'd like them to do next!
(C) Livvi
A poetic game!