Poem for her 89

Dear Readers,


Fingernails on Skin

I like her fingernails on my skin
Where ever her mind wants her hands to roam
My long hair is always tickling my back
Her fingernails there scratching the tickles
Not away, but more like brushing them in
Painting on my skin as if I were her art

Her fingernails on my skin
A study in art work
Lovingly drawn tracings of thoughts
Full of her passion's fire
Full of her Passion's fire


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles