These old fingers,
Lined and corded,
Seem to the eye
Hard and cold,
Unfeeling, but,
They have learned
How to touch,
To follow curves,
Find the secret spots
Uncover the most
Sensitive and sensual
Desires as she,
Whispers, quivers,
Sighs and moans,
Signals they learned
Many years ago.
Donovan Baldwin