zombi

I can still feel the way he touched me, how he made my skin come alive. Each caress and each touch tantalizing. An overwhelming amount of want comes from it. The way his lips nipped at my neck so softly yet rough. The kisses he planted, wet, yet not so much. It was sweet, maybe not caring but an emotion I could not quite decipher. The questions linger in my mind running a mile a minute. I remember how my skin tingles under his gentle touch, running his fingers lightly over my side's. Skimming it, a teasing motion before he grabbed at my waist, pulling my body up against his so tightly. It was just, a feeling. A wonderful feeling.