Fingers of Gold
Slippery fingertips sensually sealed with the essence of sandalwood and orange oils, coated on digits slide softly exploring soft pale skin.
Senses are serene as hands sweep up fanning either side of supple spine, arching over shoulders in motion like Sacred Kingfisher gliding over shimmering Serpentine finding his way home.
Tips sink softly in to slick skin feeling each stiff muscle holding secrets of the soul, slithering and stretching each sinew to let sail each moment of strife.
Serene sensations seal within seducing soulful nature to spring forth after sleepy slumber, a smile slips upon silken lips housed now in spiritual splendour.
© Justine Nagaur
I used to be a holistic therapist, I suppose once one, always one, but I don’t practise on clients anymore, this brought back fond memories.
Your feedback is always welcomed, Justine xx
Your prompt: fingers
Today’s form: prose poetry
Today’s device: assonance