4:35am
Your touch could only be described at magical. No matter where you put your fingers on me it could always make me shiver with need and anticipation. From a gentle stroke across my cheek to a pleasurable rub down my body. Every time you touched me, sparks flowed like electricity through my blood and made my heart sing. When you love a woman, I mean really deeply love a woman to the very depth of your soul, there is something so different about the way she touches you that mere words can not describe the feeling. Just being near you makes all my senses come alive. Yet your touch could enhance the senses tenfold. When your hand reaches out for me, I can't stop my body from instinctively leaning in, drawn to your touch as if it is the only way I can truly be complete. One of my favourite touches would be when you slide your hand around the back of my neck under my hair to bring me near to you. Or the way you would pull me close with your arms around me and stroke your fingers lightly down my back to cup my ass, pulling my pelvis forward pressing against you in testimony of shared arousal