A Little More Touch Me

Small word, huge possibilities.

I miss being touched. Oh, I still touch and am touched in dozens of different ways every day....
The curl of a baby's hand around my finger.
A hug from a co-worker.
The playful punch on the arm when I tell my friend a funny joke.
The accidental trailing of fingers across a palm as I hand change back.

But I miss being TOUCHED by a man.
The caress of his lips across mine.
A tongue swept into my mouth.
His hand holding mine.
The trailing of his finger across the back of my neck as he walks on by.
Being swung around and swept up into a huge hug.
Fingers groping my breasts.
Hands holding my ***, squeezing.
Mouth traveling, exploring.
The absolute ecstasy of being joined as one.

It's a craving without cease.
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7 Responses Nov 27, 2012

I can just feel it! Well written.

Yes, without cease. Well written.

Sounds as though this missing touch can only be provided by one ... has he seen this?

He should.

Or laying in bed giving or receiving the touch all over. I miss it.

wish I could touch through this screen

yes,,,at times you can do it with words,, with the right person,,lol

...... I remember those things. I wonder if it's been too long... I wonder if one can really get back on the bike after falling? Hmmmmm

Lovely thoughts and some of the things I miss as well.