As I brush my hand along your shoulder to all your body begins to weep.  How can such a strong, rough hand feel so gentle yet commanding?  A mixture of wanting and worship tingling in every touch.  The first press of my lips to the nape of your neck with a passion swirling with hunger.  Will I slowly undress and caress?  Will I rip and ravage?  You want it all and you have learned I plan to give it all to you.  My touch is for you, my kiss is for you, my love is forever.