Touch

She told me she liked me,

Wanted to spend her life with me,

Wake up next to me,

Walk with me,

Eat with me,

Drink with me,

Sleep next to me,

Shower me with love,

She just wanted me to touch her.

I told her I wanted her,

Wanted to do things to her,

Things she’d never thought of,

Let alone heard of,

Things that would make her shiver,

Before I even got to her beaver,

I was always going to stay,

I was never going to leave her,

I wanted to touch her where no one had.

I told her I’d take her for a movie,

Take the seat right at the front of the theatre,

Get her soda,

But give her no straw,

Get her popcorn,

But leave the corn,

And pop her cherry,

She wouldn’t have to do a thing,

I just needed to touch her.

I told her I’d touch her neck,

Not in a fatherly or friendly way,

I’d stroke it with my fingers,

Slow, soft touches,

Whisper into her ear,

Tell her how much I want her,

Tell her how much she means to me,

Tell her how her voice arouses thoughts in me,

Thoughts of how I want to touch her.

My hands would move,

Move from her neck to her back,

Light firm touches,

Place my lips on her neck,

Softly bite her neck,

All the while my hands running across her back,

Nibble on her neck as I unclip her bra,

Run my finger around her lovely chest,

Make sure the tip is rigid from my touch.

Slip my hand into her pants,

Peel her panties to the side,

Manoeuvre through her inner thigh,

Run my finger across the slit,

Get to the pleasure point,

Gently rub it,

Increase my tempo,

Let her moan in my mouth till she climaxes,

She only wanted me to touch her.

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