His fingers eagerly playful,
Willing in their travels
Yet, lost along their way
Through her forbidden lands,
She takes them in hers,
Willingly guides them,
Shows them the way into
Her most pleasureble places,
Pointing out with pressure,
Whispered directions
And gasps of pleasure
At their grasp of her desires,
Until she sings out with gladness,
Her fingers wrapped with his
Having reached together
That most beautiful of moments,
That, while wonderful in itself,
Has extra meaning when
She arrives to the applause
Of his playful eager fingers.
Donovan Baldwin