This is something I thought I'd share.

Your touch
wakens me with a gentle
caress down my thigh,
beckoning.

I stir, opening my eyes to dawn
and the warmth of your touch.
Your fingers spread on my stomach,
connecting.

You smile down at me as I respond
to your touch, my body arching under
your capable hands,
yearning.

I stretch, you caress. Your touch is gentle and sure,
possessing.

My skin tingles in the after glow of your touch,
craving.

You trace patterns down the length of
my arms,
teasing.

I rise to the lure of your touch,
welcoming.