His hands were like wind-touching me countinuosly and deeply.His legs were like fighters-they ran for me every time i was in danger.His body was mine gate-i felt so saved behind it.His lips were mine passion-i felt like they belonged to me and mine belonged to him.His hair was my rope-i touched it every time i feel bad and unsave.His eyes were my ocean-every time i looked at them i dived into this deep waterpool, that i cannot escape from.His voice was my weakness-everytime i heard it i felt more inlove than ever.But his touch...oh, his touch. This velvet touch.
