Touched

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I remember your first touch… each moment, each movement carefully etched on my soul.

Gazing into your deep dark eyes I unearth a desire which only I can suffice.

Holding me by my waist you pull me closer, outlining each and every curve of my body.

Tender…..yet passionate…soft yet maddening… that’s how your touch is.

It is like that stone which falls into water creating ripples and then drowns in its vastness.

As the passion makes me sway you hold me tightly in your arms.

Clutching me delicately like a flower…waiting to be taken,

You smother me with kisses as a wave of want engulfs us

Fingers intertwined together you pull me closer…closer…dipping deeper and deeper in the ocean of desire.

There is an unknown music to which our bodies sway...Tides and ebbs…ebbs and tides... The waves just refusing to stop.

You unveil the darkest corners hidden in me…filling up the crevices with abundance.

That one touch...Which takes me up to the peak of ecstasy; with that you make me whole!

You make me yours with it…taking a part of it...yet painting a new me.