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The Brush of Fingertips

by Ken Harnisch

She nuzzled my chest and
I held her to it
Kissing her hair and running
Fingers idly across her back.

It is a slender place and
There are few occasions
To wander any further
Than her shoulders
Unless allowed, which, with
A sigh, she did

I tremble to touch her flesh
It is as pure as any
My fingers have graced
And warmer than most
I’ve kissed, and the Effect on both of us
Is sublime

She fears its consequence
While I wonder if its end
Once achieved
Will bring us
To another collision
Of this kind

Today I am allowed to
Paint her skin
With the brush of my
Fingertips
But she knows
I seek to coat her
With the moisture of
My lips

And she knows where
And is, for now, afraid.

04/24/2009

Posted on 04/24/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/24/09 at 12:11 PM

Gotta admire a man who knows what he wants. Some good imagery here.

Posted by Kris Mara on 04/24/09 at 12:23 PM

yeah, this is beautiful...it's nice where it ends too...it's like pre-seduction (if that makes any sense)

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/24/09 at 10:50 PM

Sensually magical Ken. I love how you build (sexual) tension in this, all the way to orgasm in these lines literally {While I wonder if its end Once achieved} and inuendoed, nicely mixed with aprehension in the last two lines.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/24/09 at 10:53 PM

PS: And yes! The power of fingertips. But like the fingers and hands, the feet also hold special power, perhaps a foot massage/caress to help her relax, excite to dispell that fear. ;o)

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/27/09 at 08:15 PM

The brush of the fingertips indeed, just a graze of a touch can send such spine tingling sensation to such far away destinations....mmmmm wonderful, sensuous writing. smh

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