As your hand caresses my face
Your skin converts to velvet
Every sense has been awakened
Every second of time lengthens to hours
The warmth of your touch
Envelopes this cold heart
Wraps it in a tornado of fire
Washing over me like a soft summer breeze
Resurrecting emotion and lust
Vulnerable to every whim
Fumbling for words, unable to speak
Mesmerized by your gaze
Awaiting breathless, for your next move
I close my eyes and concentrate
On every single touch
On every sound of your breathe and mine
Anticipation will be my end
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
As your hand caresses my face
Your skin converts to velvet
Every sense has been awakened
Every second of time lengthens to hours
The warmth of your touch
Envelopes this cold heart
Wraps it in a tornado of fire
Washing over me like a soft summer breeze
Resurrecting emotion and lust
Vulnerable to every whim
Fumbling for words, unable to speak
Mesmerized by your gaze
Awaiting breathless, for your next move
I close my eyes and concentrate
On every single touch
On every sound of your breathe and mine
Anticipation will be my end
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