So sweet are his words as they touch my heart,
How tender his touch from the moment we start.
His kisses as hot as a mid-summer’s day,
With his arms around me is how I will stay.
He’s always been gentle as a new born lamb,
He guides my movements with the touch of his hand.
The way that he moves, so deeply inside;
The tension building as I begin to ride.
He drives me over the edge more than once,
Pleasure building inside us as if it’s been months!
Moaning and panting and then a shudder
And cries of pure lust are all I can utter!
Collapsed on his chest, now totally spent;
In my desire for him, my will has been bent.
Laying in the afterglow enjoying the feeling,
Fulfilling his fantasies, wild and appealing!
He may have been sent just for me from above,
It is to him that I now give all my love.
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com
with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/the-touch-of-his-hand.aspx">The Touch of His Hand</a>