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If you would touch your finger gently on my lips, I would open them slightly allowing your finger to feel the moister inside. My hand would reach outward and softly touch your face and I would caress your nose and eyes, lips and chin…
If you would touch my breast. My hands would do the same as our movements are matched exploring, learning, understanding. The physical becomes one, spirits intertwine, mingle in a place beyond ourselves.
If you could hear my heart race, I would open up to you everything to make this moment last. Our hands held together close squeezing, our bodies moist with excursion. Our souls touching deep within each other.
If you could break the boundary that separates us now— the walls, the valleys and mountains, and oceans that keep us apart. I would be there waiting as always. Waiting for your hand to touch my lips. I stand and wait hoping you won’t turn away.