I felt my skin tingle and crawl like I was cold and shivering,
however I was warm and snug.

Tucked in my covers as her fingers traced the taunt muscles carved on my stomach.She knows just the right spot to touch as I awaken to touch her hand.

Feather light strokes from her silken fingers tease me and warm my smile.She is poised and purposed in the way she needs to be just for her. I roll over to meet her eyes as her fingers place a Tantric spell on my arm and side.

Just the gentle touch of a lover is all that is needed as I softly touch her face. The stroke of my finger tip on her sweet good morning lips is met by the moistness of her tongue as she takes my finger in her mouth.

I grin at her with a sheepish look as I pull her close to me. Her head rests on my chest as her fingers play once again her Tantric game.

I close my eyes and wrap my arms tight around her. She is my world and I am hers as she takes her long blonde hair and tickles me over and over.

She looks up at me as I try not to look down, but I am hopeless that way. Her deep beautiful eyes lock down my heart and I am a willing puppet twirling by her strings.

Two doves tied together for life until one leaves the other. Playing, teasing, and forever setting the mood for us is what brings us joy. The power of a touch lasts forever and the memories will grow even better.
So come and touch and be touched for it is all good.

Rb.