Your Touch
The touch of your hands playing against my skin
The way you’d hold me tight listening to your heartbeat
In the silence of the night
Gentle caresses easing away the tension
Building anew a distant hunger
Finding places secret and needing to feel
Your touch releases inhabitations
With each stroke self conscious body images disappear
I’m made to feel desirable, in your hands
With passion in each stroke awakens sleeping
Desires waiting to be fulfilled with your touch
Tells a story of a maestro orchestrating
His masterpiece on my body
I lay quiet as your hands find their
Way into my soul with just
Your touch
© 2011 ek ellis