Your hand rests upon mine. A simple touch triggers much more; complex emotions present themselves. In an instant desire, hunger, and need arrive. One gesture isn't enough. Always more perhaps always insatiable I am left because of your touch. Soft and delicate is your hand as it caresses mine. Comfort comes with this entanglement of our fingers as this web is my haven. Please never end this connection of flesh. If it ever collapsed I would fall with it. The power so immense I know but use it right maintaining this true bliss. Never let go, never let it end this simple touch.
August 25, 2008