Arches etched in swirling grooves,
slender fingers painting, reflecting the mood.
Oh how fun, digit’s tips drenched on the move,
tubular arrays blushing scarlet’s amuse.
The freedom to change the shapes that we make,
curves bending curtsies or straight lines, what the heck!
What will it come to be whenever I am done?
I guess it is for us to see, as I enhance its shape,
with the subtle wiggle of my thumb.
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Blessings,
Christine