Caresses,expressions of one sort or another,are as necessary to life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.- Nathaniel Hawthorne
It was what started it
just like the morning dew that caresses the petals of a rose
The tap came, as mild and as gentle
It went all the way down to my spine
My femininity felt the smooth impact
Like a thief in the night the owner of the erotic touch disappeared
Leaving me unsatisfied
Minutes later the anonymous tap came again
Taken unawares again and still recuperating from the effect of the first impact
I couldn't wait
I couldn't just wait
To know who is invading my world without permission
To know who is that, that has gained mastery of my own body
To decipher who has such audacity to turn me inside out
To make me long and desperately crave for his tender touch
It was the first time in all my existence I exhibited such aura
The sexual sensation was great
Not leaving anything to chance again
I decided to wait
In doubt why
I could just feel it within the recess of my being ......
That the tap will come again
Cause the second undoubtedly left a promise of repetition
waiting to behold my mystery man
I waited
