When his fingertips brush against my skin,
A symphony of sensations begins.
Electricity dances through every nerve,
A connection so deep, a love so pure and preserve.

His touch ignites a wildfire within,
A passion that burns, that craves to win.
His hands, a map exploring my soul,
Unveiling secrets, making me whole.

With each caress, a story unfolds,
Whispers of longing, desires untold.
In his touch, I find solace and peace,
A sanctuary where all worries cease.

His touch speaks volumes without a word,
A language of love that needs to be heard.
And in his embrace, I find my home,
A place where I never feel alone.