I crave the sensation of your touch on my skin. The fiery burn lingering as your fingertips glide from my cheeks, to my hip, and our hands join together. Beautiful, plump lips kissing my neck, leaving me tingling all over. Never touched but I can feel you already. Gentle and loving. I am yours and you are mine. I am your love and you my protector. I dream of you, I pray for you, and I have been waiting for you. My body aches but I refuse the touch of any other man. I aspire to when you can hold me in your arms. Hold me tight and never let me go. As I watched the waves, I imagined our love; beautiful, strong, and simply it's own unique form. Dream no more, please. 🤍
- Touch
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