Your fingers are my favorite
though much more could be said.
Whiskered whispers, wickedness,
you hold me down in bed.
Brown eyes going black on top
as you push so deep inside;
the way I always stretch for you,
how you never let me hide.
It’s the tease inside your touch,
fingertip against my clit
that breaks me down
to who I am, compels me to submit.
And when those fingers enter,
I hold them in so tight.
Two commas curl inside me
remove all wrong from right.
A magician with a flourish,
you wield them like a trick.
Your fingers are my favorite thing
to feel and then to lick.
~~~
Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker. In addition to Horny Poetry, her sonnets have stalked magazines like Luna Luna, TERSE. Journal, Occulum, Anti-Heroin Chic, Drunk Monkeys, Ghost City Review, Neologism Poetry Journal and many other publications. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available from maverickduckpress.com, and her second, Shakespeare for Sociopaths, is forthcoming from The Hedgehog Poetry Press in January 2019. Follow her on Twitter: @lolaandjolie
