Friday, February 02, 2007
A Touch
I hear music playing so very far away. Sight is lost and it begins. A gentle brush of fingertips over skin. Skin that feels electric and so very hot. The anticipation has been overwhelming. This need to lay hands on you. I hover over you giving you the lightest of massages. I feel, smell, grasp, and take, always taking. My overpowering desire to touch and be touched. Deep and true, it runs through me, takes over me. Senses come alive and command my movements. It goes on without thought. I have become lost, spinning, drowning. Slowly, so painfully slow. I want to scream and shake the walls. It’s too much or never enough but it’s all I have to give.
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And I know people who would kill to receive it the magic of your touch.
The world of senses, hard to describe but you did it beautifully. Love is about giving, is something i heard once. And i believe reading you reinforced that phrase.
Best wishes!
gosh, you know I swear I commented on this already... they say the mind is the first thing to go. I hope what little I have left hasn't decided to pack up. Alright, how did this comment become about me? :)
Just to be able to share a touch with another person, that is divine.
EvilDodger stopped by to say goodbye, sorry we missed each other this week!! Dodger says to say, "I hope you are doing ok" but that isn't somethingt that Evil would normally say, so don't think that I said it cause it was really Dodger making me say it! Evil has a reputation to protect!!
Perfect... as always. I've missed reading you.
Art & Evil Art ~ Thanks for stopping by! I've been just nutty lately...literally crazy.
WDKY ~ I have missed you, terribly. Thank you for visiting. :)
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