The Finger Moves (a little erotic poem)
The finger moves from side to side.
The finger knows it wants to hide.
The finger knows itself the bride.
The finger moves from side to side.
The finger moves inside the thigh.
The finger moves from low to high.
The mouth it makes a little cry.
The finger moves from side to side
It uses instinct as its guide.
The finger knows it has no pride.
The finger moves from side to side.
It doesn’t think. It isn’t wise.
It’s just a link and never lies.
It keeps away from prying eyes.
It holds itself to its own sighs.
With just a hint of slide and glide,
The finger moves from side to side.
The finger is without pretence.
It shies away from opulence.
It doesn’t tense,
It has no sense.
Its essence
Is the very soul of innocence.
©The Finger Moves 93.5.5
Love Relationships; Circling Round Eros;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 