Intimate
He touches my face lightly. K isses the kind that leave you begging for air. The ones that make you question Am I awake? Is he real? Questioning aside He's got blue eyes and freckles the kind you dreamed about even as a child His tongue tastes like summer like sunshine and honeysuckle so sweet and so light Breathing "I love you" he spills between the gentle kisses that are quickly intensifying with passion Matches a touch turns me to flames His hands caress with such depth He's reaching for it My soul Just a taste Delicately like pulling wings from a butterfly we are One Sex I 've been intimate lots of times but this Imagination I've always had quite a wild one But His touch the way we wrap into one another is like touching silk and smelling coffee first thing in the morni...
