Touch; A Sensual Poem

The magic of human touch, 
Trusting to warm this soul’s skin,
Tis nature of loving connection, as such.

My body accepts this sensual touch,
Like an honoured guest,
Anticipating the pleasures, one of the few.

Skin to skin our bodies converse, 
Uninhabited, my mind wanders,
Craving sensuality.

Artful hands sculpt with purpose,
Lulling layers open, you’re quite the artist,
Soothing caress melt my body formless.

Hands caress the contours of my body, Nurturing my senses, As I drink in this pleasure, this erotic energy rises.

My flesh cries out for more, Delicious sensations of pleasure,
Arching waves of splendour.

I want to feel, 
The heat of your hands on my skin.

I want to close my eyes and loose, 
Myself in the essence of your touch.

I need this,
I ache for this. 

With winter’s end, 
My entire soul unthawed too. 

Now every inch of me, 
Aches with need for you.

So far away, 
Yet so near.

I need to feel your warm breath, 
Whisper in my ear.

I want to wake up to, 
Your body smothering mine, 
As you cover every inch of me, 
With the heat of your tongue. 

I want to yield to you, 
Submit to you, 
Give in to you. 

As my desire for you never wanes, 
Always desiring you, 
Always dreaming of you.

Hands touching each part of my body,
My aching flesh submits to your touch.

Fingers dancing across fields of sensations,
Circles around and around,
Sensations take over, body shaking, yes, right there.

Letting go, arching the back,
Breathing hard yet hardly breathing,
Legs weak, hands limp, breathless, speechless.

Rewarded my senses sated, 
With newfound clarity reinvigorated,
Mind, body and spirit replenished. 

I thank you for your gift of sensual touch, 
Lovingly, I would return the favour, 
as such.

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