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Finger
Tingles
As i stand their with you, we
don't even look at each other, we stair down.
Total silence!
Were in the park, people are walking by in the distance.
I can hear you breath ever so slightly.
Somethings growing between us, not tension, no, something good, very good.
My hand slowly raises up to touch your face, in hope of a response, but
you stop me.
You raise your hand and grab my wrist, but is it in protest?
The breeze is blowing by and your hair blows around sending its essence
to me, i close my eyes and take it in.
I open my eyes duw to your hands movement.
You raise my hand and kiss it, your nipples are hard, but not because
of the cold breeze, no its because your excited.
The surrounding slowly gets blurry but it is of no importance only you
are.
Your fingers caress up and down my fingers, out lining my hand.
You clasp my palm, i open my mouth to speak, but stop.
You look into my eyes and i yours.
I'm lost, your eyes are so deep, im not here any more.
You slowly bring my hand down.
Its warm, and moist, i dont know what it is, but its great.
Slowly i come back to reality and focus on your face.
With lust in your eyes, you begin to smile but barely.
Where not in the park anymore, were in your room.
Were both naked, my finger tingles.
This is all new to me, but you are showing me the way.
My finger starts to explore, explore your wonderful women hood.
Your other hand reaches up against my face, and mine to your back, and
you lean in to kiss me.
And now my fingers are not the only thing that tingles...
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