*This poem contains erotic subject matter.
Twin nevi on my neck
Connect the dots, draw the line
Continue on to that most dramatic bone
Dip into that velvet hollow
I rejoice in a fingered clavicle
Skilled, warm fingers (such as I adore)
I’ve ‘nother silken hollow
You’ve determined to explore
My sigh is your name, hallowed it be
The slick quickens as friction accelerates
Inside me
Coaxing my vocals to pitch and linger
His power demonstrated
By a couple of fingers
Fingers (an erotic poem)
Christina Schmidt, MA
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