HIS TOUCH

HIS TOUCH

He asked me:”How would you like me to touch you?”

I answered:  I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far, far away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my skin, the very essence of who I am.

I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands. Feed on me, drink deeply, and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you.

I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands, as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries out for your touch, yearns to be fed.

I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly caressing the edge of my being.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as you caress me, you are coloring me in your own sparkling, dazzling hues.

I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing me to reveal my inner self to you.

I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture and were now feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas.

I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by dampening my skin, and moulding me like you want me to be.

I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.

I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me.

And I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover…………

Copyright:@Motifs2012

Labels: Touch, skin, music, lover

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