Fingertips on flesh,
circling, gliding,
swooping, swerving.
Following every curve,
trailing dampness across
aroused nerve endings.
Capture the summit:
gliding, circling
the shuddering bud.
Skimming the landscape
with feather-fingers,
long, swooping passes
over and over,
over and over
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