You’re priceless…

I’m guilty of the pleasure of the feel of your skin. Deepening the depths sinking in. Addicted I am to the flow of the texture of your flesh. One touch n I’m losing myself n there just isn’t any help. Only fix is to stroke you with a caress that soothes the crave. Hands on I’m willing every time to enjoy a bit of life pulsating when you say my name. Making it hard for me to ever tell you no. One little whispers and emotion flows. I’m a goner to the stare you lay out upon me. Defining the transition of how wants become the norm of needs. So soft the look it takes me to places I’ve never been. On a journey with you by my side to find the tickle in our ribs. You’re priceless to the sensitivities as our palms meet in a wild game of desire. I’m guilty of pressing my lips to yours. It’s unavoidable in the moment being able to do more than dream of more. As my heart surges when you’re beneath my fingertips laying still. Damn if you ain’t the ultimate thrill. In my presence so I cannot see anyone beyond your existence. As you’ve gotten past my infiltrated line of defenses. With one itty bitty crack of a smile I collapse for you to do as you please. Trusting my willingness is put to use in ways I can be me. Free is the feeling you cause when you come close enough to open me up. As I believe there’s pieces of me that lean into the makings of luv…