A Touch

It starts
With a touch.
A simple gesture
That holds meaning beyond compare.
A touch can show
Love
Compassion
Lust.
A touch can bring
Pain
Comfort
Pleasure.
A touch takes me
Where I want to go
Where I love to go
Into a world
Full of debauchery.
Crazed
Feral
Out of control.
Closer, closer, closer still
Pressure and pleasure
Building simultaneously
Feeling excitement
Anticipation
Gratification
Climbing and climbing
Towards bliss beyond compare
Until finally
Finally
Finally I reach my peak.
Sweat drips
My breathing stops
The earth comes to a standstill.
And then
Waves of pleasure crash over me
Moving as the tides
In then out then in again
Ebbing and flowing
Until I reach the end
And I am sated
And do not need
A touch
For now at least.