His Fingertips


I long to feel a
delirious rush,

I hide in keys that
his fingertips brush.

He types, he pauses,
I'm tickled then teased,

whatever he writes,
I find myself pleased!




Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 06:16

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Rob Graber
This is a lot of fun! We know WHERE you are, but WHAT are you???
2007-03-21


aliceramone
good write here
i hide in the keys that his fingertips brush
great line ,well done
2007-03-21


Individuality
a light and smiling piece here, brought a smile when i read it :)
2007-03-21