His Touch

Is it sex? Is it making love? I don't guess it matters much becuz the feelings felt make me feel so high above.... I close my eyes and imagine your lips kissing me,  makes me  want to shout with glee... But I will remain quiet, as I do not wish to miss a moment of this erupting riot.. Your kisses begin behind my ears, moving my hair ever so slowly, calling me baby, love and dear..  From behind my ears, down my neck down to my shoulders... Meanwhile goosebumps are growing.... Moistness becoming wetter... Unable in my mind to ever find better. Now those lips are down to my breasts. Slowly tickling my tender skin with your tongue.. Smiling only how you do, lighting up your whole face, making me smile and feel full of grace.. As I arch my back and lie down to allow my body to become your playground. As clothes fall to the floor, I, myself wanting more and more.. Will leave it to the imagination... And you should already know what makes you feel good, makes me feel better.. Taking me to the moon and back, never letting me fall, has left a mark on me forever more... My soul has been touched, a small flame started, hopefully never to fizzle out and die... Theses feelings.. Are so erotic.. Such a shame I must keep so many to myself