On The Run

My girl’s eyes are half-closed
Her hair tousled

Long black fingers
On her milky thighs

Feline languor
A large sunny room
And the black shadows of my fingers
Stretching out along my baby’s thighs

Me and my sweetheart
Slugging on the soft couch

With the distinctly outlined shadows of my fingers
Slowly
I stroke her thighs

I slide a single finger shadow
From the pelvis down to the knee
And I draw it back slowly

I add another one
The shadows glide down in between her thighs
Soft and tender
My favorite portions
Yet I add another finger shadow
And lazily caress her
With the long shadows of my five fingers

My sweetheart feels something
I can see the gooseflesh creeping up her legs

Through half-open eyelids
Her eyes follow one of my fingers’ shadow caressing
Her gradually moistening vagina

She starts rubbing her legs against one another
And slightly lifts her knee

I duck the touch

The shadows of my fingers ideally succumb
To the concavity of her milky thighs

In a rise of passion
She raises her head
To swallow my fingers
But I dodge the attack

The shadows of my fingers
Crawl up towards her lips

She licks the shadows
She gobbles up the black beams of my fingers like a swine
And like the sun below the horizon
Her eyes set below her lids
As she gets the buzz

She suddenly jumped up to bite my fingers
But I jumped off the couch
And ran away