Max

I remember your hands, sweeping up my thighs You looked into my soul, through my dark brown eyes. up to my neck were you gently kissed, i must admit it was your touch i missed. the distance was sweet, between you and me, but your body, again, i had to see. i ran my hands down your chest, as you brushed gently, over my breast. My hand caught hold of your belt buckle and felt your skin against my knuckle my breath was deep and yours was too this feeling to me was all but new Then i left you and walked away somthing i regret more each day.