I miss those lips
And all ten of those fingertips
Drinking me up sip by sip
The places where I rest my hips
Pelvic to pelvic
I miss our kiss
And all ten of those fingertips
On the nape of my neck
Gripping my wrist as I twist
Every part of me is having a sensual fit
I miss the bliss
Given by every one of your fingertips
A subtle seduction in your script
Moistens the Melon, my clit
So you can naturally slip, in
I miss your lift
Being held by all ten of your fingertips
Weightless just that quick
Sliding in and out from root to tip
Shit, I almost can’t handle it
I miss every bit
Of the sensation you bring with those fingertips
As you stroke my face as we sit
Every conversation we spit
And every. single. solitary. second that we get
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