The escalating longing and panting is becoming beyond my limits … My body and my skin are crying for a touch … This miraculous touch; her touch … Without knowing and without doing anything just being herself, her touch; quench my burning ribs, kiss life into my heart, blow breeze into my lungs, engorge blood into my muscles, tingle my skin, shiver my spine, wraps my soul, calms my brain, arches my back, take my breath for seconds, sways me, put the kid inside to sleep, and boost the man inside to orgasmic high, to a king’s might … Leaving me panting for more and more … A satisfaction that words fail to incarnate, a fulfillment that only touching my shivering cells can only tell you about … A man who will always be in debt to you, a man who will always be owned by you … who will always be yours … I miss you …
