I dream of it perpetually
Closing my eyes to clearly see
Your hands touching me
Starting at my face and lips
Tenderly tracing a trail down my trunk
With only your fingertips
Moving across my hips, then between my thighs
Frantically flicking your fingers to match
The beating wings of the butterflies
Present within my stomach
Placed there by your mere presence
Filling me with constant ache
And longing to have my hands
Reach out and touch your skin
To feel its heat like a brand
Searing my flesh with each caress
As I pull you in tightly against my breast.
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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