There she lay
Tense
Frustrated by circumstance
Knowing but one way to find pure release
As she lay naked upon her bed
Her fingers ministered
To her small but perfect breasts
Round and round her areoles her fingers gently danced
Nipples stiffening as the dance grew longer
More intense
Driven by need
Her fingers moved
Swiftly
Like mercury
silently
Silkily
Swarming
Over her tummy
Down to where
They were needed most
Skilled fingers knew just where to move
Silently at first
Until the juices began to flow
Then the sticky music of fingers
Dancing through heady nectar
Her essence pervading the air
With her dew
Pleasure building
Fingers moving
Waves crashing
Sheet scrunching
Soul screaming
Peace descending
I thank her for sharing those precious moments
of intimate need which restored her humanity again
