To Touch by Anonymous

Soft as the petal from a rose,
To touch the skin of a woman
coating her body in silk and scent.
burying my face in the warmth of it.
I find myself lost.  Wanting to be as close to it as I can.
Leaving no space for air or light between us.

To touch her flesh leaves me with goosebumps.
Gives me a chill, a flush to my face.
Blood rushing to my fingertips as they explore her body.
She feels their coolness on her open spaces.
My hands travel to the softness of places.
Bringing pleasure and a smile to her face.