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 caress your thumb with it’s tip
and an electrical shiver follows
not static or reaction or even mild spark
but rather the gentlest of vibrations of skin rubbing skin -
Meissner’s corpuscles in their tiny dance -
our integument entanglement …
the hairs on the back of your hand stand up
and tell me, (when you don't pull away)
that you like what I'm doing -
that I may continue …
I increase my pressure just slightly, then slide
running my finger along the soft inside of your thumb
up and over the tip, pausing playfully at
your bright, fuchsia pink 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
as you turn your hand over, 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
and down between their spaces
pressing on the warm skin that connects them
and when I reach the base of your pinky
I softly … slowly … tenderly -
with the delicious care of a first kiss,
work my fingertip to the sublime soft-center of your palm
first making tiny, kinetic circles there
and then … writing naughty words in cursive -
scribing, in love's language,
all the things we'll soon be doing ... together …
as a final, personal touch
(because I know how much you love it)
I withdraw my hand and put my finger to my mouth …
when it's sufficiently shiny
I return it to your palm
and make a final, sweet, sexy circle of damp -
a proper period to the torrid tale I've
been writing there -
the wild story of what we'll soon be sharing
in amorous appendages …
soft, impassioned skin …
warm sighs ...

and moonlight.

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