Poem for her 265

Dear Readers,


Taste of my fingers

On her ankles
On her calves
She smiles at the velvet
The touch tender
The care of her
Slow slow slow
She says she can feel my hands
Slow touching
Softly tracing her name
Out on her skin
Slow loving her
Into the morning dew
Dancing in the rain
Touching her slow
Touching her fingers
Tasting her fingers

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.