Hands are fascinating
From the tips of its fingers
To the base of its palm
Its simple structure can induce art
Its alluring architecture can tear you apart
Its nerves bathing in the europhia of your shivers
As my index and middle finger shift your folds
Glistened in your juices,exposing your bold bud
Projecting a magnetic pull that demands my presence
My thumb answers its hunger
Caressing...fulfilling...satiating...providing
All that it craves as your chest heaves
Leaving me to fully intiate phase three
My fingers dipping inside of your warmth
Stroking your seventh spot
In a motion that makes your orgasm obedient
While my fingers say come to me
The moan-saturated atmosphere whispers "cum for me"
Disheveled sheets synonymous to your unravelling
My hand cradled behind your head
Irsis locked onto the flickering white
Commands of "Look at me" escape my lips
Responded to by clenched thighs
As your compsure becomes undone
Unknowingly telling the final phase to come
