I reach across the table to touch your hand.
Fine hands, long slender fingers, pale pink and soft...
so soft...
I long to feel your hand silently caress my cheek.
I hunger for the softness that hides a secret sexuality.
You are secret.
You keep yourself refined to a pitch.
I want to know that pitch; can your hands take me there?
I want to know every part of you, I know there is more
hidden softness.
Softness between the folds of your plump round *******
Softness of the skin between your legs and buttocks.
I look into your soft brown eyes and see your hunger.
Are you just too soft for me to go deeper?
The agony I feel...
The frustration of intense longing.
Let me in, please. The velvet softness of your hands
makes me insane for you.
I will go mad for the softness,
You take your hands back and fold them.
You are wise to your treasure and making me wait
increases the excitement.
The pleasure I will someday feel inside you.