Gregory Richard Barden Poet Free verse

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Oh, But Your Hand

There

Your hand
That exquisite, sexy little hand
I reach, oh so slowly
My index finger extended lazily

But with enigmatic intent and subtle grace
(Like Michelangelo's Adam on the Sistine Chapel ceiling ...
Desperate for the touch of God)
I softly touch your thumb, and there is an electric shiver

Not static or reaction or even a spark
But rather the gentlest of vibrations of skin rubbing skin
The hairs on the back of your hand stand up
And I know, when you don't pull away

That you like what I'm doing ... that I can continue
I increase my pressure just slightly, and slide
Running my finger along the soft inside of your thumb
Up and over the tip, pausing playfully at your bright pink, shiny nail

Then down the inside slant to the fleshy notch there
I run my fingertip tenderly back-and-forth
(With a similar motion and intent that I hope to use in more secret places)
Then I push it slowly into the space below

And you turn over your hand, palm up
The ends of your fingers tremble and quiver
And I know you're anticipating me ...
Wondering what is next ...

I pause for a moment, to let your mind spin
Then I trace around the edges, up and over each finger
Down between the spaces, pressing on the warm skin that connects them
And when I reach the base of your pinky

I softly, slowly, tenderly, with the care of a first kiss
Work my fingertip to the sublime soft-center of your palm
First making tiny circles there
And then writing sexy words in cursive

Writing in love's language the things we'll soon be doing ... together
As a final touch, I withdraw my hand and put my finger gently in my mouth
When it's sufficiently moistened and shiny
I return it slowly to your palm

And make a final, sweet, small, sexy circle of wet ...
The period to the torrid tale I've written there
The story of what we'll soon be sharing
In soft, silky skin and sighs ...

And moonlight.





Submitted on May 1, 2020
To the "Strand No 740, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Sponsor.

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Edward Ibeh November 26, 2018 at 8:56 AM Wow, I'm stunned this wowza of a poem didn't place in the "Sexy" contest! I suggest you enter it for a future Brian Strand contest. It will place high I'm sure! Gregory Richard Barden November 26, 2018 at 5:05 PM That's very kind of you, My Poet Brother, and I am so thankful that you found this worthy - your comment (and those below) are my trophy, and I am blessed for it! Brian's contests only allow for a max of twenty lines, so this will never qualify. Blessings, Edward, and thanks again! :-)

Carole Duet November 10, 2018 at 1:10 AM OMG! Just get aa room why don't you!!! lololol Hey, I'm loving your poetry more and more and...geezzz....I'm breathless!! Great poem by a great lover (I bet!) P.S. You know I have to FAV this one don't you? :D Gregory Richard Barden November 13, 2018 at 8:02 AM LOL! That's so sweet of you, Carole, and I got a smile from your wonderful comment ... I am so thankful that you enjoy some of my work ... blessings, Dear Poet! :-) <3

Andrea Dietrich November 5, 2018 at 5:30 PM oh la la la. This is so masterful, Greg A fave for this one. I dated only a few guys who understood the "art of handsies" Sadly, my husband is not one of them. But it was so wonderful with the few guys I dated who enjoyed it. Just love this. (the wet finger on the palm, not so sure about that part. haha) Gregory Richard Barden November 6, 2018 at 2:16 AM I always adore those little moments and secret messages that such gestures can send, and the unspoken languages of love that start long before the private time ... I think it's those "little" things I miss the most at alone times, but I'm blessed to have the memories. Thanks for your wonderful comment, Dear Friend! (It's funny that most people love to kiss and mix mouths, but object to a damp finger, hehe!). Blessings, Buddy! ;-) <3

Faraz Ajmal November 5, 2018 at 11:54 AM Ahh such a lovely and sensual poem this is, I absolutely love reading it, O the romance, it is amazing that how little things matter so much in love, that how these are only small gestures but they meant alot, for they are beginning,it is a fav for me, good luck and have a really nice day Gregory Richard Barden November 6, 2018 at 2:06 AM Indeed, you are correct, and very well-said, my friend ... many thanks and blessings to you for this wonderful comment, and I so appreciate you taking the time. Blessings! :-)

Connie Marcum Wong November 5, 2018 at 7:40 AM Zowie Greg, this is such a sensual poem. Anticipation builds along with your words. A masterpiece of foreplay written with class. I loved it! : ) Gregory Richard Barden November 6, 2018 at 2:04 AM This is such a sweet comment, Connie, and I thank you so kindly ... so many people take the small gestures for granted, but when they're gone from your life especially, the absence leaves a gaping hole, no matter how seemingly insignificant. Blessings, Dear Friend! :-) <3

Charles Messina November 4, 2018 at 9:58 PM Brilliant Greg, another masterpiece to add to the great collection of Mr.Barden's magnificent poetry list...Well done dear friend...have a nice evening...Charlie Gregory Richard Barden November 6, 2018 at 2:02 AM Oh, that's such a wonderful comment, Charles, and I thank you so much ... blessings to you, my friend, and a wonderful evening as well! :-)