Can’t you see, my body and your fingers, they speak the same language. My skin rises to meet your fingertips and I couldn’t possibly hide how much I need your touch. The tiniest of hairs respond, singing every hymn you conduct. Your fingerprints leave memories of desire and longing until the next time we meet.
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t8h7iq/language