Sensei and Zen-like I feel
To bring you to heal,
The slight touch, the fingernails stroke the inside of your arms,
All the way to the join at the shoulder blade,
Then lightly as barely touching back down to circle the palms
Alerting nerve endings,
Light skin tingles elsewhere in your body
Nerves awakened, you shiver slightly,
Erogenous zones of expectation,
Followed by that damp feeling below.
Then more of the same slight tips,
Stroking from behind your ears, down your neck,
The joining at the nape and the shoulders,
Again, this time with fingertips so slight to peck,
As your face, cheeks, ears, and lips smolder.
Give me your hands, now finger whorls to suckle,
Into my mouth to moisten,
To sensitize to soften,
You quiver again, faintly,
As I bring your nails along my chest vaguely,
To circle my breast,
Bring out that beast,
Come forward, my love.
