You’re sitting at the desk typing away at your work as I lie on the bed watching you.My eyes follow the movement of the backs of your hands and your fingers as you type – I want to trace each curving vein, over knuckle, sinew and bone. Through every shadowed crevice and feel you shudder as I slide mine over to fit the spaces in-between. To dip my tongue into those secret spots, and slowly slide my way up in adored violati...