Neville

Barely Touching

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 ..