I wait for it, I crave it, your touch. When you touch me as only a lover can do, I feel myself open to the world that is you.
You stroke my face softly with your finger tips as you gaze in to my eyes and I drown in yours.
As we make love,out bodies touch. You deep inside me as I hold and release you to the passion that drives us on.
As passion takes us higher to that place which we all seek for that brief moment before we far back to earth we touch as we will never do so again.
For each caress, kiss, lick, bite ... touch is a moment in time that will never come again.It comes to us a new each time that passion touches us.
It will leave unseen marks on our souls long after the physical is gone and passion is only the after chill on the surface of our skin.
The kiss that you now place upon my cheek as we drift off to sleep is the touch that will whole me to you as sleep claims us.
Until the next time touch awakens the passion we will wait for it,we will crave it ..... the touch of another in passion.
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