Fingers

Mingling

between weaving locks

Staring

into blues as greens unlock

Caressing

strands before play beckons

Gripping

tight when time reckons

Squeezing

two pounding breasts

Pinching

reds on a heaving chest

Slipping

deep into clinching folds

Trickling

wet as the doors unfold

Searching

for a throbbing bud

Hoping

for a gushing flood