Dark as coal was the night, as my body aches with youthful memories of your tender touches. Days spent in fallow fields with unwavering wildflowers on a tattered quilt tossed in the trunk. The clatter of your camera snapping as I would become Your muse while playing in the water like a child. Dusk by…
Category: Power of Touch
Touch (third in the sense series)
I gently stroke the stubble on his freshly buzzed scalp, run my fingers over the sharpness of his resilient jaw, and the large constricted vessels along his temple, massaging the tense muscles of his broad shoulders, as I watch his lips form a surrendering and relaxing smile. The texture of his t-shirt is rough and…