TOUCH ME (ADULT, not suitable for the eyes of Geckos)
By Grannyrosie
TOUCH ME Hands creep between warm plaid shirt, Nestle against a beating heart. The pulse of you invading me, Thundering through every part, Of senses. Promoting such desire. Filling with the essence of you there, Snuggle in, Closer, closer, Tickled by your curling, dark chest hair. Touch me. Touch me. Soft, gentle moans. Hands move in unison, Nape of neck, Shoulders, Eyes, Ears, Lips, Chin. Touch me. Feel the longing. Muscles tense, Pounding in greed. Touch me. Stoke the inner fire. Touch is what we need. Cup my breasts, Between your large strong hands. Run them down along my thighs. I caress the soft velvet of you, Mutual need, Is no surprise. Touch me, Here, and there. Touch me, Touch me. Feel me rise to meet your hand. Fondling each other tenderly, At last, We understand. This need, This touch, Denied, .Excluded for so long. Carrying us to heights, Once only dreams, Finally, Where we belong. Touch me. Touch me. Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 06:05 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 16
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