This Is Touch

He wanted her touch,
he wanted to give her his

fingertips can speak volumes
a clasped hand,
fingers in each other's hair
a million small sensations traveling
nerve-end highways at a million miles an hour

soft hands on silky smooth skin
fingers breeze around you like the mid summer air
feet rub
bodies touch
a moment of heaven for eternity

i could dance around your touches
and watch them weave
in and out of my emotions

Someday it may hurt me.
A touch is something you can talk about.
To feel is to know you are being touched.
To feel someone is to know you are touching them.

I need to feel your skin.
I need to travel the length of your body
with something other than my eyes.
My hands are soft,
and you know they'd feel blissful on your skin.
Nothing ever would be greater than the moment
our eyes meet and we think the same thing.

A Dozen Writes