Fingertips - Strawbs

Her hair the weeping willow

At the water’s edge

And from my windy crag

Above the moorland sedge

I see the willow fronds caress the ripples

I feel her nipples

At my fingertips

Her breasts are gentle snowdrifts

In an open field

The supple fingered winter wind

The grass concealed

And though the winter wind may be deceiving

I feel her breathing

At my fingertips

Her legs the spreading branches

Of the tree of life

The willow wand will bend

Before the woodman’s knife

The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire

Her warm desire

Is at my fingertips