And just for thought...
He touched me with a gentleness I had not known
but he did not come anywhere near me.
Stroked the softest spot and caused a tidal wave of pleasure,
releasing the woman inside for a few small moments.
His body made love to my own, dancing their own dance,
but he did not make love to me.
I spoke his name in a passionate whisper,
coaxing more and more of him into me with each breath.
He was a genius with my body, more so than anyone before.
Touching the right places and kissing at the right time
but he did not find a way into my heart.
I admit I took him with great enjoyment.
I will not deny that I would invite him into my bed again
but I see our interludes for what they are clearly enough.
I will be no fool for this man, for any man.
My skin is what I offer.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.