The Art of Touching in Bed

I Touch you here
I Touch you there
It really doesn't matter here or there

I Just keep touching you
Is what my heart sings about you

How I lay
My scent
What I wear 
The way I look at you
Even the way I whisper in your ear
I love you

Under the cover our hands meet and toes touch

I lay on my side and you scoop my bodies back side
caressing my arms, you wrap your arms around the soft essence 
of my belly...

The sound my heart makes as it beats as I think about you 

Our soft voices between the thoughts in our mind reach our inner soul's divine

Lights off and the sound of the wind howling outside

Make for the perfect backdrop for cuddling with my honey tonight

I close my eyes and feel the warmth of your breath at the back of my neck between the red yellow and gold
Of this evening sunset

From the darkness in the night the Art of Touching you allures your senses to 
become one with mine...

-Rachelle Molnar
(c) 1/29/2013