Tender touch

The gentlist caress,

Barely touches your soft skin.

Tracing lines,

Tickles bring grins.

Moisture giving lotion,

Rubbed in with fingers.

Massaging flesh,

The soothe will linger.

Neck to shoulder,

Arms and back.

Kneading your rump,

Down legs I track.

Rolling you over,

Rising up shins.

Deeply pressed thighs,

Passing by thoughts of sin.

Flat belly drawn,

To nipples erect.

Rolling in grasp,

Such perfect small breasts.

Then there again,

Shoulders stress soothed.

A look in your eye,

And a quiet ‘I love you’.