Finger Fucking

He lifts me gently
With callused, masculine hands
Cradling my neck in his palm
His fingers curling, resting
Finding their home

His caress navigates
Reads the smooth lines
And angles of my neck like brail
Coaxing shallow moans
From my hollow depths

His fingers tread my curves
And take their position
Seek the lines
Of my intricate figure

He tickles and teases
In playful torture
And knows I will confess
To any crime
Anywhere
Any time

His fingers flutter and dance
Over my taut frame
Releasing butterflies in my belly
Walks the sinew of my body
A master of tight rope
Plucks my lithe strings
Hits all the right notes

Eyes shut, lost in me
He knows my form well
Doesn’t need to see
To know how good this hurts

His rugged flicks
Stroke me into submission
Ego-maniacal, sadistic
He wants me to beg
Hurts so good
I no longer care

Never want to stop
Singing for him
To him
Oh…God….
Yes…
Right…..there…

So perfect in his rhythm
Just the right stroke
Does ungodly things to me
And I am always willing

Right…..
There……
Don’t….move
Finds my chords
Every time

I just want him
To play me until
I am reduced to splinters
A jagged pile of wood
And strings
Fit for nothing
But kindling
What a lovely burn