her fingers feathering the dark magnolia leaves
stroking the foilage like it were a housecat
his fingers wrapped around the taped raquet handle
in a firm yet dexterous grip, waiting to enter the fray
her fingers deep within the loamy soil
communing with the larger whole
his fingers testing the grain of the wood
looking for the sweet spot, the soul
her fingers raised to lips, creating a mask
thoughts to the rest of the day
his fingers poised above the computer
awaiting the spark to flare
her fingers in the tresses of his hair
asking for more connection
his fingers playing across the rise of her breast
answering all her questions
her fingers, her hands hard upon his shoulder blades
seeking the length, the depth, of him
his fingers, his hands on her ****
fullfilling their need
their fingers intertwined
as they sleep....together
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
her fingers feathering the dark magnolia leaves
stroking the foilage like it were a housecat
his fingers wrapped around the taped raquet handle
in a firm yet dexterous grip, waiting to enter the fray
her fingers deep within the loamy soil
communing with the larger whole
his fingers testing the grain of the wood
looking for the sweet spot, the soul
her fingers raised to lips, creating a mask
thoughts to the rest of the day
his fingers poised above the computer
awaiting the spark to flare
her fingers in the tresses of his hair
asking for more connection
his fingers playing across the rise of her breast
answering all her questions
her fingers, her hands hard upon his shoulder blades
seeking the length, the depth, of him
his fingers, his hands on her ****
fullfilling their need
their fingers intertwined
as they sleep....together
Napo wrimo.2017..... a couplet poem
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