pressure point

My fingertips walk up your belly under your shirt the rest of me following close behind knuckles brushing against the curve of your breasts i wait you smile down at me watching my lips curl up at the edges watching my eyelashes flicker watching my dimples settling into my cheeks little cups of laughter Fingertips search out your lips to trace the edges and your tongue dances with them inviting me in coaxing. tantalising. two fingers. of two hands. of two arms. bound. against your sweet tongue. you hold me captive flicking my belt out of the loops to bind my wrists unbutton my jeans your eyes filled with something i can´t. quite. place. but honey, you. you´re the one who taught me how to bring you to your knees. the one who taught me that I don´t need strength to hold you in the palm of my hand. One well placed fingertip brings a look of surprise and your knees to the floor in front of me. did you teach me well your tongue relinquishes it´s prisoners teeth scraping against my belly one swift flick of your arm flips me onto the floor beside you winded. grinning. now i remember.