Magical Fingers

Posted by dwallace on January 22, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

Magical Fingers
run through your
dark hair
massaging your scalp
with fingertips
as they trickle down your cheek
and back up your jaw-line
leaving you feeling
like you’ve been sprinkled
with pixie dust.

Fingernails lightly caress your neck
and slide over the edge
of your shoulder
down your left arm
as goosebumps rise
like a million tiny suns,
a short sharp breath
followed by a sigh
leaves you melting
into the bed.


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