Poem -

Barely Touching

With tips of fingers
barely
touching but still,
each one 
feeling every fine 
line being
so purposefully
traced
and then indelibly
etched ..
Oh' so very lightly
indeed ..
Firstly this way
then that ..
Both up and then
down again,
until they are all
essentially
criss-crossing ..
And all
before they
eventually dare
to circle
around, in figure
of eights 
and approach
the very gentlest
of her covert
clefts and those 
divine undulations ..
Indeed,
can you imagine,
the sheer
joy upon stroking
and probing
those magnificent
creases ..
Each hid beneath
the collective pleats
of Sunday best petticoats ..

'Barely Touching' is taken from what will be my 12th book called 'Casual Ties' due for publication later this year..
Monies raised, as usual, will be split between Breast Cancer, Brain Tumour Research & Mental Health charities .. 
If you wanna know why, then please feel free to ask .. 
If interested in obtaining a copy, or any other titles already in print, then just give me a shout .. 

Anyway, thanks for taking an interest .. All Good Things, Neville 🤍

 

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Neville

I am overwhelmed while you are clearly over there .. thanks for reaching out to me Tina .. it feels so good .. Neville x

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