Fingertips ease softly over the smooth curvature of her body,
They trace the long slender slope of her neck,
They follow the deep heave of her breast, and climb the height of the pinkness of her nipple,
They gingerly walk over the softness of the flat surface of her stomach,
Then lay a trail of tantalizing sensations on the thickness of her creamy thigh flesh...
Her soft moans serenade his ears,
Her moisten mound captivates the stare of his eyes,
Her feminine musk, entwined itself inside his nostrils, enflaming his loins...
The fingertips that once was so sure, now trembles,
While his mind ponders, do fantasies really come true?