His Touch
His touch is as gentle as a gust of wind that brushes against your skin.
His kisses make your skin crawl with delight.
When he rubs his hands up the bend of your back and presses your body against his, it sends a chill up your spine.
His touch.
Its love, lust, desire, passion
At the end of the night all you crave is his touch
Copyright © Taylor Richards | Year Posted 2016
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