Your Touch

Your hands…
hold my face with soft strength
while your thumbs tame the stubble on my cheeks.
You comb my sleep-tossed hair without a brush
and plant sweet kisses on my neck.

Your fingers…
touch my bare shoulders with feather-like grace
while you stare into the deepest part of my soul.
You smile, and a moonbeam escapes your mouth
as you blow cool breath on my skin.

Your breasts…
firm and full dance through my chest hair
and your tender nipples tickle me.
You spread your thighs over my loin
and your soft pubic hair raises my goosebumps.

Your wet depth…
swallows me, imprisoning me inside
while your tightness squeezes me to stillness.
We gasp and you lay your face upon my face
as the rhythm of our union subsides.

Your touch…
all of your touch touching all of me…
all of our parts are parts of the “we”