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Touch me with the tip of your finger like the wind that caresses my face, let that sweet drop of moisture from my brow cool the fire that you just traced.
Touch me like I'm a bed of roses with my sweet scent heavily perfuming the air, like I am something fragile to be handled with tender loving care.
Touch me like a passionate kiss that leads to a night of love making until the rising of the sun, like the moment that you realized your search was over and in me you found the one.
Touch me like the feeling you felt when finally got the courage to get down on one knee, to ask me with a ring and a promise to be yours exclusively.
Touch me like the happiness we felt with the news of conceiving our first child, like the beauty of a field of purple jasmine in the summertime growing wild.
Touch me like when lava spews forth to create new and wonderful lands, like when lightening strikes metal rods stuck into the ground to create glass from sand.
Touch me like the forces of nature that make waves in the ocean rise, like the darkest of night when the only lamination is from the stars in the sky.
Touch me like the energy of the sun that radiates from your skin to mine, like a heat that burns so hot that it's transparent and burns so deep that our souls are intertwined.
Touch me like the energy that it took to make the earth when your hand caresses my thigh, like you can see the gates of heaven with one single look in my eyes.
Let me feel the passion the passion of never knowing that you loved me this much, that you found all of your hopes and dreams in me forever with one single touch.
By Lashann Roberts
Copyright 2013
