Your Touch
The sky was dark and moon was high.
Full of so much passion, all alone just her and I.
Looking good enough to eat,
A treat for the eyes, from her head to her feet.
Do not judge by looks alone,
It’s what’s inside deep to the bone.
The pure and undeniable ecstasy.
I love it when she asked, “are you ready?”
Driven by restrained desire,
I’m hot my whole body is on fire.
We exist in a world where the fear of illusion is real.
We cling to the past to deny and confuse the ideal.
Her looks are but a mere deception.
A cover to hide her true intentions.
Touch me, want me,
Make me see this is the place,
My heart dreams to be.
Your hands are so gentle and soothing,
I love the way you explore my body,
Touching my face, with so much grace,
And its at your pace that leaves no trace.
Only your touch,
Which means so much.
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