Fingertips dance
Along stomachs and spines
Sweeping and swirling
In circles and lines

They giggle and wrestle
Their bright smiles linger
Til he grabs her wrist
With lightning fast fingers

Palm meets palm, cheeks flush
And heartbeats are racing
Their giggles slowly fade
As fingers start lacing

Their bodies curl closer
While gaps and fingers align
Green gazing into brown
Nothing else on their minds

His thumb softly strokes
To trace knuckle bones
They begin to chat casually
In soft, lowered tones

The fingertips waltz
Across palms they are reeling
And though they say nothing
Revel in unspoken feeling