Leaving Shivers In Their Wake
Trailing fingers slowly snake
Over uneven, bumpy ground
Leaving shivers in their wake
And eliciting strange sounds
The night’s still young and it is ours
Full possibilities, outcomes
Where will my fingers explore, scour
Can words by fingers be outdone?
Say, where do you need me
The next illicit touch?
Where will your shivers greet me
As my skilled hands you begrudge?
Your body tells me stories
And I listen to them all
Hear your woes and hear your worries
Put you in gear, then make you stall
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