Pure Bliss

I long for your touch, for your hands to brush through my hair and end gently on my face. That moment when you lift up my chin to stare into my eyes before your lips meet mine. I love the feeling of how much you want me, how your gentle yet forceful hands weaken my knees. I live for your touch, for your hands to reveal the truth behind your mysteriously subtle desires. I love it when you smile in that moment, when you recognize my desire for you.