Touch and Taste
Your fingers sliding, grasping, pulling
Along my warm, white skin
Give me your hand
And I’ll show you where to begin
Up or down or can’t you even decide
Either way you travel
I have nothing else to hide
To taste here and touch there
You can take it all off
Open up your senses
And begin to feel me gentle and soft
It’s already beginning
Higher and higher we climb
Spending a moment in perfection
As we reach the great divine
At last I’m awake
Reality has set in
It never really happened
Only in dreams can I be with you once again.
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2010
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