I nibble my way along
the tendon at the side of your wrist. Trace fine blue lines coursing under your
skin and the mark left by your favourite ring I draw your fingertips into my
mouth and suck on them as if they were your beautiful nipples. I kiss your palm.
Over and over. Your life line and the still stinging pad at the base of your
thumb. I can soothe that. Let me try.
I love these hands of
yours and I sort of want to thank them. I don't have the words though, so I'll
use my mouth.
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