It started with a kneading.
Then a caress. From hands that
Sensually sense. Flesh that
Needed the touch, trembled.
It brought back memories of
What was left behind. For
Good reasons. Logical reasons
That made no sense right now.
Only her senses made sense. Lingering
Lips closed in where words became lost.
Stop. A voice from deep within yelled.
But never breached her outside aura.
The touching continued unabated.
She returned with gripping. Nails
Scratching, hair pulling tension.
Twisting her. Moving her.
The to and fro of he and she
Like crashing waves in a shallow cove.
Swirling together until they locked
In mindless, thoughtless, senseful instinct.