Touching You

I love touching you, your soft
Ivory skin, warm and smooth.
My fingertips glide over
Your faultless female form.

I love your curves, your gentle
Contours guiding my hands.
No master sculptor can ever
Recreate such unparalleled splendor.

You are the living epitome
Of womanhood and beauty.
Touching you, I touch my desires
And embrace my very life.

I never tire of touching you,
Of holding you close,
Of my arms around you,
Of my hands upon you.