Sensual

Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids

And tingle-dance
down my spine
In tactile touch
So damned divine

Fingertips
That brush my lips
Caress also
My mind

Like feathers touch
Breath held…too much!
So fiercely soft…like fingertips
dipped gently in white wine

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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