A Lasting Touch
A reminiscent whisper tickles my ear as I roll over to see his sharp eyes gazing heavily on my body. His hand brushes the hair hanging over my eyes away. I close my eyes & imagine where I would rather have his warm embracing hands. ******* His hand brought so many memories to my mind. I still can recall how I loved the way his hands would sweetly inspect my hips. He would tell me why he loved women with a full figure. His hands brought the gentlest of grace. ******* Those hands venture...