Caress

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His skin, a drug

I seek to touch

Velvet fur under my fingers

I melt

Addiction is my friend

I want incessantly

To tie my hands

Pure torture

I am blind without the caress

I ache for connection

Warm silkiness

Fluid movement

Straining for it

I am bereft

Returning to my touch

My soul at peace

with his body

under my stroke

Image used through Creative Commons with attribution by Kris Krug.

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