Fingers (an erotic poem)

*This poem contains erotic subject matter.

Twin nevi on my neck
Connect the dots, draw the line
Continue on to that most dramatic bone

Dip into that velvet hollow
I rejoice in a fingered clavicle

Skilled, warm fingers (such as I adore)
I’ve ‘nother silken hollow
You’ve determined to explore

My sigh is your name, hallowed it be
The slick quickens as friction accelerates
Inside me

Coaxing my vocals to pitch and linger
His power demonstrated
By a couple of fingers

Fingers (an erotic poem)
Christina Schmidt, MA
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