I've had fingerprints
from birth left on my soul that
match yours perfectly.

I am not a poet,
But a poem,
Just trying to complete myself.
Or maybe,
-I am Completing myself..

Brilliant little lines etched out to stretch the time.
Minds placing X's and O's in an attempt to make straight lines,
but a circle never ends,
so let's pretend we're stuck in spiral.
Swirling through the twisted bits,
like DNA strands spinning in a double helix.
We're nothing but a mix of atoms mashed together.
An explosion of fused matter;
spattering the heavens with our essence.

and the trees wonder
why
we have
such restless legs

I told her to close her eyes, told her one moment

"But I hate surprises,
"Because I love you baby ill close tightly,

I delved me fingers deep inside, moistness
Touched me, lingering on my senses.

"Ok now open you mouth, taste this baby,

"Mmm, tuna fingers,

She latched on to my digits deeps inside her mouth
Tongue searching every crevice to taste every drop
That had lingered on my supple partings.

"You no how to treat me right,
"Can I taste once more,

We are a greedy one, ok let me freshen up first.
Impatiently she waited, as I cleaned it, watching
My fingers caress it, part it touching inside.
Moistness glazed my fingers, i could hear her
Breath gaining pace, with every parting she smiled.

"You like  watching  me do this but it takes time,
"Too quickly will ruin the  taste  don't want to be  dry,

She smiled as my hands guided her, tongue gently caressed
The moistness parting the way for her tongue to take in the
Aroma of what is inside gently she delved and tasted upon
The dew that dripped on her senses and she smiled.

"Was it good for you my baby,

She wiped her mouth sheepishly, and smiled,

"I so do love the taste,
"But no more I'm full, greedily I had plundered your offering,

The two cuddled up, giggling to one another she smelled
Her fingers, "They still smell like tuna, well you love the
Taste in you, My cucumber tuna sandwiches are heaven,

"You no how to treat me right baby
"Feeding my desire,

Shall we go to bed,

"You know what makes me happy honey,

And two ladies shut the door and pleasure is bound, but
That is another moment to tell not for now.