Words are toys my fingers play
    to touch you when you're far away.
They weave like rivers through your hair
    and send you smiles because I care.
Letters linger on your skin
    in lieu of fingers seeking sin.
Upon an alphabet of lust
    I'll send my kisses if I must.
So read the caress of my thoughts
    where softly on your skin it walks
And fall under the spell I spell
    when my tongue its teasing tells
Across your skin, across the miles,
    I send you kisses, hopes and smiles.

©2004 Sonja Torres