I hold the strokes of my fingers.. ever so slightly..
Until I force a murmur, "don't stop"..
and I say.. "command me! Ask me for more".. My fingers though not at a halt..
are excruciatingly slow to move to the spot that you so achingly want them to touch.. and u scream.. "more!!"..
a flick of a finger..
that's all it takes for you to crumble
into a shudder that shakes the entire canvas..
the bed.. the room.. the vision
and our two bodies..
and the souls that now seem one.
YOU ARE READING
Curves on paper
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