Touch and Caress

The touch of softness of the finger tips,
the gentleness of the warming touch.
A touch so caring that everything melts away,
so electric that even the soul responds.

A touch that lingers and explores the other,
an exploration of one body and soul by a touch.
A release of all barriers by that tender touch,
The touch that brings darkness into light.

A touch that brings fire where it lights,
A touch so brief, so gentle as if air,
The touch of the gentle finger tips of the other,
A touch of desire and desired.

A touch of promise with the simple caress,
A caress so gently and longing, touch does not exist,
A caress of the body and soul,
A caress that brings the primal wilds,
The touch that brings the souls united.

The gentle touch and caress of another,
The primal secrets not asked but touched,
The exploring that brings the heat to fire,
The touch of an opening flower that feels its desire.

The caress that wanders,
The caress that finds the darkness and brings it to light,
The heat ignites with the caress of the other,
The fires of the caress grows to become one.

The touch desired,
The caress longed for,
The fires yet to be,
The primal touch and caress.

The touch of compassion,
The touch of love,
The caress of caring,
The caress of passion.

The touch always remembered yet never felt,
The tender caress cried for in the darkness,
The primal memories of the light in the darkness,
The primal fires that once lit the souls to be one.