Fingertips

that it is.

the tracing of your fingers along the everyday items, the textile of the dresses, the massages on the back of your neck. and the brushing of your fingertips against your loved one, tucking their hair behind their ears and then trailing down their earlobe...the lightly touch on the side of the neck...and the slow descend down to the shoulder blade. sigh. such a sensual escapade into a separate reality. i'm the slave to the sense of touch.