Touch Me

After a long, hot, dirty day we sit outside.

Your are feet in my lap for me to massage.

A cool breeze washes over us,

And I watch you fall asleep.

In my mind, where I caress you with my gaze

I am kissing you with my lips.

Later, in the bedroom

I listen to you sleep.

Your hand reaches out,

Threading your fingers through my hair,

Before resting at the nape of my neck.

I am filled with my love for you.

And I close my eyes and rest.

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