seeing how your touches
have sent me rushes of pleasure
it's not fair to measure feelings like these
they have the subtle presence of a breeze
and the force of the most destructive storm
but i know it would be so warm
in your embrace
and if you touched my face
the sensations would take me to a place
that only my mind could take me so...
touch
me
like you did when you walked in the door of my dreams
the light that shined in your smile seemed
as bright and warm as the sun
chilled champagne tastes so good
when I sip it from your lips
your hands replace the satin on my hips
and when we get closer and closer
it was as if you took steps to ensure that i felt
the presence of you
even in your absence
i trace the paths you made with your lips
with my wet fingertips
and your voice translates what I speak in tongues
translating whispers to my skin
I love the way you talk to me when you
touch
me
.
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