Poem by Russell

Ah… yes
Touch me there
Push aside my hair
And run your sweet lips
Down the nape of my neck
Like you did
That time sitting on the dock overlooking the lake.


Move closer
Touch me… there
your fingers caressing
the outer curve of
my breasts
like you did
that time
as we sat in the restaurant,   enjoying one of our first meals

And… further
Touch me there
Your Wicked fingers
teasing me, making me tremble
Sliding softly over your silky skin, along your hip and so slowly downward.
To my molten core
Just like you did.
That first time I came
In your arms intertwined on sweat soaked sheets

Ah, yes
Touch me… there