I feel him before our skin makes contact.
A heat flows through my body,
As a chill causes the hair on my skin to rise.
Anticipation makes my blood throb.
To me he is like air.
His touch causes an excitement I wish I could harness.
His voice elicits moans of submission.
When it happens?
When that sweet caress touches on my body?
I give an involuntary shudder.
Nirvana.
It is a drug.
My drug.
His simple touch.
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