Devout fingers linger

Devout fingers linger for a moment. So finite a delightful mind screams from the sight as a hand moves more slowly with time. Flowingly coalescent the air with breath to bear a neatly tucked shirt untucks. Loud thunder within our breath so thin a fickle thought thinking it louder.

The shout breaks air, more air to bear, a movement from the skin. Again so thin a feeling within when touching her soft white skin.

She smiles and I, the beating of lies, when truth is closer than naught. To fight a soft breath or beating of heart we sitting there thought and thought.