Touch

Touch

Soft strokes feather against the canvass of your desires

Following the curves of my body, your hands covet my nakedness

Swaying and caressing, exploring my feminine form

Your heated touch lingers as it slips across the silken cloth of my soul

I cannot conceal the tremors that erupt, the prickled bumps a witness to your effect

Or the warming that travels from the tips of my breast to the base of my spine, as your mouth consumes me

Relentless in its pursuit, your breath whispers the need to possess me

My body screams to be taken;  guttural moans murmur the invitation

My will weakens, and I succumb to your touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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