Finger Tips

by 69BabiiGurl69   Aug 25, 2005


Fingertips

They write songs and poems
They run through my hair
They stroke my cheek
They trace my lips
They move down my neck
They grip my hips
They pull me close
They send chills down my spine
While my heart skip, it’s all in your fingertips

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