Touch Me

You touch my inner walls and my mind is already
In another dimension. You got my legs unsteady
And shaking. My hands that are gripping the bed
Sheets, not sure if I can take anymore. I am spread
Out and my inner parts are exposed to your gaze.
You have familiarized yourself with my body. Days
That turn into nights that turn into good morning.
This might be God’s way, sign and a forewarning
Of what is going to happen next. I want more and
More of your touching, more exploring. Your hand
That always firmly grips me in all the right places
And takes me to cloud nine. Your mouth that traces
A path down my spine with its kisses and caresses.
A touch nobody else can follow. In shirts or dresses,
It does not matter because you are one of the few
Who asks me if I am okay and really mean it. You
See me for me and what is on the inside. The whole
World can fade away, but there is still us as you roll
Me on my back and I lay at my favorite spot with my
Head resting against your chest. There is no goodbye
That needs to be said, as there would always be a hello
And that see you later. There is always time to slow
Down to take it all in and to catch our breaths as we
Are still moving. With every touch it is you who I see.