touch

Touch. As soft as it gets rough excites me thru fingertips that slide in a caressin tease grippin with the pain pleasin me that keeps me on my knees. Forcin the need to feel what's real as contact gently turns into passions fire rippin lose thru touch fallin madly in luv as fantasies r plucked from dreams. Landin flush as bodies connect n rub in sweat inspectin to be felt as emotions r dealt with the ease acceleratin into a ragin act of wants pleeds. Begs becomin demands as two open up in a moment holdin the gift long enough to enjoy blush turnin into all out straps, restraints n chokin with a side of truth escapin the english language n movement seen.