Imagine what I'd do, if I could get my hands on you.
Soft lips, soft skin, soft heart, Soft smile, soft kiss, lips part. Her eyes, sparkling, Her breath, ragged, Consuming me, making me weak, taking. Her voice, breaking, Skin, sweating. Begging. "Please." She winces, and falls to her knees. Trembling hands. Clutching, squeezing, touching. Leaving. She watches. Longs. "Come back." You belong....Read On