Ambidextrous
I remember your nimble fingers in the morning tickling down my piano key spine from the straightness of my neck to the roundness of my derrière as the light of a new-born day dappled gold across our love worn bed. I remember your nimble fingers in the late afternoon following the S-curve of my sated body from bottom of hip to top of breast, your warmth spooned against mine, your breath whispering on my cheek, we didn’t budge for hours in our world of us. I remember your nimble fingers in the sweet stillness of night following the arch of … Continue reading Ambidextrous