I crave your touch: The way your body feels when pressed against mine. I lust for that escape you provide me as you move your gentle hands over my curves. Although your soft kisses send sensations down my spine, I crave more; like the way an addict craves their drug. Beneath this ****** desire lies something deeper, meaningful and genuine. You're hands are warm when pressed on my skin, and I feel safe. The attention your provide me is undivided as if the world is blurry and I am in focus. I am similar to a centre piece in your mass creation called life. A privilege I hold close, that I fully accept, and am honoured to be chosen. Between the vivid lifestyle we live behind closed and romance viewed by others, lust and love fuse creating our life, together.