Barely Touching
With tips of fingers
barely
touching, but still
each one
feeling every fine
line being
so purposefully
traced
and then indelibly
etched ..
Oh’ so very lightly
indeed ..
Firstly, this way
then that ..
Both up and then
down again,
until they are all
essentially
criss-crossing ..
And all
before they
eventually dare
to circle
around, in figure
of eights
and approach
the very gentlest
of her covert
clefts and those
divine undulations ..
Indeed,
can you imagine,
the sheer
joy upon stroking
and probing
those magnificent
creases ..
Each hid beneath
the collective pleats
of Sunday best petticoats ..