Lingering Fingertips

Your lingering fingertips
Are still brushing against my skin
And I can’t help but remember
The old times in the old memories
Where we were blushing and fumbling
In the dark like children
But we thought we were adults
I remember the feel of your breath
Fast and sweet it came and went
Warm against my sensitive neck
I remember the feel of your hands
Too big for a boy too small for a man
Touching my breasts stroking me
I remember the feel of your skin
Matching mine in temperature
Salty and sweating rubbing against mine
I remember the feel of your lips
Soft and demanding and yet hesitant
Rubbing against mine in quested permission
I remember the feel of your eyes on me
Too vivid for lust and too dark for confidence
They saw me sweetly and took me in with love
I remember the feel of your voice in my ear
Gently whisper that was broken between breathes
In this act it deepened and roughed heating me
I remember the feeling your scent caused
If scents’ have a feeling yours is warm and refreshing
Cradling me in comfort causing me to relax and linger
Yes all of these things are old memories
They still follow me when I sleep and when I wake
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years will pass
I will grow up and become a real woman
Live my life and become part of other’s lives
But I’ll still stop and remember way back when
When we weren’t quite adults but not children
And your fingertips lingered on me
When you loved me for the first time
And the last