The Touch
Time passes so slowly when I can't be near you, I can only reminisce the feel of your soft lips, the tender touch of your hands as they brush my hair off my cheek, making their way down and pulling me into your hips
My mind racing a million miles a minute, and suddenly the only place I feel safe is in your embrace, softly i speak in your ear to touch me, and instead of ravaging, you take your time and your hands glide, my body begs and I instantly feel a rush of sensation between my sweet legs
My hands caressing your neck while we kiss so passionately, the stars above us are putting on a show, and the moon sets our stage; it would seem as though we are the only beings in this earth turning our own page.
You take me as if I've been yours forever, my moans get louder and louder and you grab me tightly and kiss my feeble lips, suddenly I go weak in the knees and I fall into your strong part and at that moment I knew I never wanted to be far from your heart
Copyright © Malerie Messner | Year Posted 2023
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