Fingers

Your fingers roam my face,

Carresing my cheek,

Your fingers brush my lips,

And down the wall they creep,

You smile and grin,

As you touch my bare skin,

It prickles and stings,

But my eyes sing,

You lick your lips,

Like a cat hunting prey,

It feels so good,

But so wrong all the same,

I love the feel of your fingers.

Reviews

[The Perfectionist]

I must agree on the "down the wall" line. It just doesn't make any damned sense. Also, if fingers prick and sting, you're either into some kinky stuff (in which case...no, I'm not going to say it) or you're doing it wrong.

Seductive and sweet, a rare combination. Good work.

[Ophielia Nyx]

I like the seduction.
very..naughty
nice poem

I didnt really get the
"and down the wall they creep" part
it felt kindof forced