Touch

Close you are, my favorite brand.
Nervous fidgets, the twirling of hands.
The briefest of glances. The twirling of your hair.  
The distance closing in, I cannot bare.
Desperation settles in.
Pounding heart, sexual tension.
Soft thick locks in a long weave.
Warm tender scalp, reluctant to leave.
Warm bare skin crawling.
Tender flesh for mauling.  
Two outward cones with wire like bends.
Tracing fingers curiosly across the ends.
 Course fur around the edges.
Soft and hard ledges.  
Warm bumps virtually everywhere.
Ribs pushing in and out, air.
Sensitive sides, eratic hips.
Stretched skin unto my lips.
Hard slick flesh.
Irrational movements, my tongue caress.
Quivering thighs at my command.
Teasing caresses, you can't stand.
A curious touch.
Moist, a flushed face covered in blush.
Slick fingers gently glide.
Deeper inside, they hide.  
Venture deep.
Explore my keep.
Steaming casted iron pot.
Body grows hot.
Fresh tea, boiling water spills a lot.
I want your hand to touch me more.
More sensitive areas to explore.  
Pet my pussy, lick my fur.
Make me purr.
Sensitive nerves do tingle.
The weights on my chest jingle.
Slick, moist, and flexible.  
Enthusiastic  movements, edible.  
Thrust inside with your all.
Skidding skin against the wall.
Clenched shoulders and tugged hair.
Tangled fingers and messy kisees, ensnare.
Let me brush.
Let me touch.
Worship me, caress.
Treat me as your goddess.