The Power of One Finger

It’s one finger that beckons you to bed, to put aside all else and lay close

It is one finger that lightly scratches down your spine, and slowly up again, across your shoulder and slowly up your neck

It’s one finger that moves along your cheek, positions that lock of hair carefully behind your ear and out of the way, before slowly making its way back along your cheek and along your lips

It is one finger that traces slowly down, and brushes over your nipple, causing you to gasp and lightly shudder

And it is that one finger that ventures slowly down your body, across your belly, and seeks out your wetness

It’s just one finger that sensitively touches and causes that blissful swelling and it slowly edges you by shifting back and forward over your most sensitive parts

And it is that same one finger that probes gently, caressing and teasing the innermost delightful parts you possess.

That one finger persists, focuses, increases the pressure and tempo to push you closer and tip you so gently over the edge, stroking and skillfully keeping you rising and falling again and again

And it is that one finger that returns to your cheek, to tenderly touch you and caress you gently as you descend back to my arms