I remember when you use to touch me. I remember each kiss and embrace. We barely talk anymore. Most of the time you look @ me and I see that you don't know what to do anymore. I want to talk to you and be close to you again. @ times I remember all the the little touches, kisses...
Yes, my love. There's nothing more I want right now. ***** me tenderly. Kiss me everywhere, let my moans echo off the walls, your fingers, tongue and glorious **** all through me to my soul. I need to feel you again, touch me down deep inside, let it slide.
I long to feel you touch my body and for your love to consume my soul.
I want to feel your warm breath whispering that you adore me so.
I need to feel our bodies joined as one. No beginning and no end.
I need you to touch me now and never stop.
I want to stroke every part of you - to massage aromatic oils all over your worn body. To elevate you on silken pillows and stroke and stroke.
Strart with the head, firm pressure to release the day's difficulties. On to the ears, rubbing down and...