Your Touch

“There was only a murmur between my skin and your fingers and from murmur to murmur you traveled every inch of my yearning body and you knew how to stop my time, I made love to you three times …”

Love of a night, surprising, sweet and passionate, with sensual lips and delicate hands. In a bar the flame of passion ignited and it was the juggling of the bed that occupied my space until the morning light. It was an endless caress, the touch on my skin of her silky fingers… and at dawn it disappeared without ever hearing from her again.