Touch Moi.

He held on a little more tighter than usual,

He bit my lower lip gently, finding his way to my neck,

He moved his hands from the small of my back to my jaw,

Every movement every touch sparked electricity through my body.

 

Every touch was a map finding his way around, memorizing the angles of my body,

He was the tourist,

Exploring a body he wanted to call his,

He touched my heart and soul,

His breath on my skin like the ocean wind,

Satisfying but breathless. -BBW

 

 

 

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