A Touch of Passion

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

When my needs run high, and I need your touch,
Your hand feels like a brand upon my skin;
Then you touch me with your lips, just so,
And the passion inside surfaces again.


Like a greedy child who just can't get enough,
I want to feel you touching all of me;
So I wiggle and squirm, squiggle and turn,
To get all of you where I want you to be.


The touch of your hands makes my pulse flutter,
The touch of your lips sets me spinning high;
And that touch deep inside shatters my soul,
Till my breath is spent in a shuddering sigh.


Your skin touches mine, all beaded with dew,
The hair on your body, tickling and teasing;
As the night runs long and out of control,
We lose track of just who is doing the pleasing.


And you stay with me, and soothe my needs,
Hour after hour, till at last the passion's spent;
I drift off to sleep, secure in your touch,
To wake in the morning, bathed in your scent.