TOUCH

The first time I had touched

The softness of such exquisite skin

With the beauty of copper Indian color

The smooth features of such body

The taste of her delicious nectar

The kiss that started the tickle

So much passion

So much energy

The love flowed

Like the wind on her face

The small digits of her hand

So feminine, small, and sensitive

The smoothness

On the arms of such being

The flavor of her body

The sweat of her chest

The swing of her hips

The love of her mind

The person who she is

The one she wants to be

The one that I love

To share

To cry

To see

To hug

To kiss

To Love