by Tony Bennett

Days and Nights of naked thoughts, soothing baths, oils Helping to further my sensuality, like floating down the Ambuscade off the Nile River, my bed, this bed, holds my soul, touches me in ways unknown Thoughts of her, her body, her breast as they are illuminated by the night Touching Me, I lay circling my nipples dreaming of times her tongue roamed these Areas of my body, my soul that I know explore alone.

Deeper thoughts of her, lonely eyes approach me in my solace, touching my Very core, as each look lapse past my face, half-looking, half giving into my Needs in spasmic sighs until she releases me, Touching Me Rushing downward, blindly, her body folding gently into mine, I burst inside Her, Touching Her, Touching Me.

Her body, rotating within my mind, her taste, her moisture, as it trickles down my mouth, my chin, and my chest Touching Me. This insatiable feeling has got to stop, this passion I feel for her never ending; and I unable To resist the thought, each day, each night; Touching Me, hopefully Touching Her.

Touch Me by Tony Bennett

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