
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.


