Eager Fingertips
sweetly subtle
fingertips skate
across my neck
gliding into the nape
then turn at the
curve of my shoulder
then back up to
move across my
vulnerable face
the fingertips learn
with each motion
and with each touch
every crevace of my
lips and the softness
of my lashes
hands inspect
my every feature
and mold me
a blind love starved
artist hungry for
a masterpiece
molding me
of passion clay
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