One.
Just one.
Just one long finger.
Focus on that finger and feel.
Feel curiosity; follow the outstretched trajectory and wonder at the revelation.
Feel intrigue; the trail across smooth paper, caressing clues from the ink.
Feel inspiration; the restless motion stilled in discovery.
Feel anger; harsh stabbing aimed at you, thrusting rage into your depths.
Feel chastised; the sideways wag, a metronome of disappointment.
Feel anticipation; beckoning, the hook, the crook drawing you in.
Feel breathless; tip to lip, barely there, the almost sensation.
Feel arousal; the sinuous meander across skin, the long smooth slide into slick warmth.
Feel urgency; ceaseless circling, relentless rhythm, the surprise segue to a hotter tempo.
Feel starbursts; sharp strike triggering.
Feel awe; sigh drawn out by tender touch, deft dexterity releasing the teardrop trapped by lashes.
Just one finger; elegant, expressive, evocative.
Now consider large hands, strong arms, broad shoulders, the man.
If you dare...