Your Hand Poem by James McLain

By this, 'your hand,
the skirt slides down.
Taking his other hand
and slides it through the top
inside your panties.

Guiding his finger to the spot.
She pushed down on his middle finger
and could not prevent herself from crying out from the hot tip
and responding with her lips.

Put your finger on that spot...there...and hold it, dear
and start to rub it when I say harder
slapping him, 'he comes and does it.

And when some others have told you,
it is when I say come their gently.
Do exactly as I tell you, now.
Rub it slowly.
If I say to rub faster, rub it faster.
If I say to rub hard, rub hard.
Never stop sucking on my fingers now the toes.
Bottom buttons when they flow.