No Strings Attached…

Drops of water sliding on your skin
Whispering and filling the air with a longing for your touch
I could trace one all the way down the…
…length of my spine
Fingertip on the drop
Not touching your skin
But sending shivers down nonetheless
Down with my finger
Up with….
… your sighs?
Close. My breath
Or soft?
And caressing
Like a mild breeze in a meadow
Tongue occasionally dipping in
To sip in drops of water
Like butterflies taking flight
I feel you shiver
My toes curled
Reach around and envelop you
In a blanket of thick desire
Entwining fingers
(words, strung together because its poetry in motion. sometimes words become what they want to be, without waiting for you to mould them)

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