Your touch is,
Like a cool breeze drifting through, while
Lightning dances across the sky,
On a hot summer’s night,
Fingertips,
Warm to the touch,
Gently caressing,
Tingling,
Warm shivers,
From head to toe,
Tickling goosebumps, to
Dance across skin bared, as
Sensual currents,
Gently flow through,
Exciting,
Energy builds to peak,
Releasing a shock wave of pleasure,
Leaving me breathless.
Copyright © June 26th, 2012 C. S. Walls
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