I Love Your Fingers

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The very thought of seeing you makes my body tremble.

An involuntary tingling

Pulses out through my rapidly beating heart

Dilating my blood vessels

And filling me with a warmth that makes me shiver.

I feel the prickling,

Stinging

Tremor

Everywhere.

Even now, I cannot stop the buzzing ache

As my body longs for yours.

From the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet, I shake.

It is difficult to walk, breathe, see, think...

What have you done to me?

The burning gravitates to my core.

No amount of water can put out the flames

But I am flooded,

Spilling over.

Oh God, I know I am no longer quite right,

But I desire the devastation.

What do you do to me?

How to describe such an immeasurable pleasure,

I can only try.

Your gaze, knowing eyes, stare into me

Because you know

What you have done

And what you will do

And what I want

And what I need.

And I do, need it.

You know only you can satisfy my craving.

You know my body.

You see me and smell me and you know.

Your electric fingers approach

And already, I begin to boil.

The anticipation

And urgency

Is almost enough to send me over the edge.

Please, my body cries, please, now.

Your heavenly hands creep downwards,

Resting here,

Caressing there.

I feel the blood rise to the surface on every bit of me you touch.

I can picture the mottled redness you leave behind on my skin.

Please don't linger any longer.

Pleading and begging and needing you

Is all I can think about.

Finally,

Finally, you reach my center.

It is not difficult to slit me open

As I am overflowing.

I can feel each individual digit

Delicately but deliberately

Enter me.

The friction of your skin inside mine, oh my God, is indescribable.

Another finger now, opens me,

Opens me wider.

What are you doing to me?

Pressure on my insides,

On my sensitive nerves.

I feel your movements in me

Going this way and that,

In and further in,

Circling and moving freely about in my body's liquid.

And now, your thumb.

Another vibration, another surge of bliss.

Your thumb pressing my button,

Controlling me.

I have lost myself now

And am all yours.

I am panting, only my mouth is dry as I lose my breath.

My eyes have rolled back in their sockets.

My hips move uncontrollably as I wriggle and squirm.

The blaze has now overtaken me.

Even my jaw quivers as I cry out.

In this moment,

There is nothing

Except me

And you

And God

And orgasm.

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