When you touch me it seems as though the world is at peace, and anything I worry about becomes deceased. The time when I was resting and you gently moved the hair from my brow, I think about it now and it makes me smile. I sit at my desk and diligently work, I remember when you kissed me down there and my insides jerk. The touch of love is like being touched by an Angel, it sends chills up your spine and makes the disabled feel enabled. I close my eyes and kiss your image, touch your body, taste your spillage. Ummmm The real touch of love leaves you craving all the time, getting better with time like a bottle of wine. I love to be touched, only by you. You caress me gently like a fragile jewel. Constant thoughts of you rubbing my neck, kissing my back with the softest pecks. I’m in deep anticipation of the next time our skin will touch, to be touched by my Angel…You are the touch of Love..
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Touch Of Love
When you touch me it seems as though the world is at peace, and anything I worry about becomes deceased. The time when I was resting and you gently moved the hair from my brow, I think about it now and it makes me smile. I sit at my desk and diligently work, I remember when you kissed me down there and my insides jerk. The touch of love is like being touched by an Angel, it sends chills up your spine and makes the disabled feel enabled. I close my eyes and kiss your image, touch your body, taste your spillage. Ummmm The real touch of love leaves you craving all the time, getting better with time like a bottle of wine. I love to be touched, only by you. You caress me gently like a fragile jewel. Constant thoughts of you rubbing my neck, kissing my back with the softest pecks. I’m in deep anticipation of the next time our skin will touch, to be touched by my Angel…You are the touch of Love..
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