DIGITALIS
paul weinman
To let her fingers do
what they wanted
without restraint
they stripped naked
and settled in bed.
A long pause
was expected
to give her hidden wants
time to focus, grow.
He was a bit nervous
but the, expectant.
She mellowed, almost
slept. When finally
one finger moved
seemed to wake others.
Both hands creeping, now
over his waist, chest
as his breath built, quickened.
Her fingers slowed at face
made soft touch, light probe
at lips, eyes
back to lips
as he tensed, trembled.
But then, those hands
descended, walked her
out of bed
across the room
to his pants
where they took
that wallet
dressed and left.