Touch
By: Grace (a.k.a. bluewillowwitch)I still feel the touch you left on my skin. The warmth from the fire that was burning there just a few hours ago.
The softness of your caress. The ease with which you explored me.
As I laid there, unable to move from the pleasure that you were bringing forth in my body, all I could think was that I could die from the feeling of your touch. So simple, but so intense.
Your breath was flowing passed my ear as you whispered all the things that you planned to do. A shutter passed through my whole body as I felt the touch of your breath in and on my ear.
Your hand slowly slipped down my side. Searching for the perfect spot. Trying to find my core. All the while memorizing my body with your hands, with your touch.
Anticipation was building with each passing moment. The more you teased me the more I want you.
I knew I would question all of this later, but at that moment, with your hands on my body I knew everything I needed to know. I knew your touch, and the only words going through my mine were:
I’m yours! Take me I’m yours!
Grace
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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos