His Fingernails

-Joelena Saldana
12/13/14
His fingernails surface my face. Searching the way to my inner grace.
They glide and shift ever so slightly. They try to find the mysteries beneath my face, at this moment, I’m not sure if my face is the case. They roam my lips and tickle the bones beneath my cheeks.
What do they search for and try to find?
Right now I am complete and giving everything.
His tender nails caressing my face. Searching and seeing for what is in place.
My breathing heavies and my lips go part. The lids of my eyes lower and I see nothing, but dots and spots and shades of blue. Making an ocean.. A river that is completely new.
The nails from his fingers complete everywhere, and yet nowhere. I plead again, again. I feel like a young woman spoiled of such craving feeling.
My lip is bit, yet sadly not from him. I can feel his stare, but I don’t care. Caress me more, but this time everywhere.
His nails go long and fingers open holding my face as one. My lips feel warm.. His lip. We suck, that of which turns to a kiss.
Tis his fingernails that have caressed my face, and his lips that discover mine.

His kiss… So deep.