Your Touch

The sky was dark and moon was high. Full of so much passion, all alone just her and I. Looking good enough to eat, A treat for the eyes, from her head to her feet. Do not judge by looks alone, It’s what’s inside deep to the bone. The pure and undeniable ecstasy. I love it when she asked, “are you ready?” Driven by restrained desire, I’m hot my whole body is on fire. We exist in a world where the fear of illusion is real. We cling to the past to deny and confuse the ideal. Her looks are but a mere deception. A cover to hide her true intentions. Touch me, want me, Make me see this is the place, My heart dreams to be. Your hands are so gentle and soothing, I love the way you explore my body, Touching my face, with so much grace, And its at your pace that leaves no trace. Only your touch, Which means so much.