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Looking without touching… that was difficult. But now…

Now I can run my fingers through her hair and feel the silken strands, like ribbons, slide across my knuckles.

My hand can rest on the back of her neck with my thumb on the left side feeling her heartbeat and the other four resting gently on the right side, below her ear. From here, I can guide her turn left and close to my body. I can pull her close and feel the heat of her breath upon my lips just before the wet, soft underside of her bottom lip slips…into my mouth.

The comfort of her hand in mine… fingers interlocked not able to tell by looking which are hers and which are mine and then she squeezes. Mine collapse.

Now I can feel the breasts beneath the shirt as we dance and she can feel mine as they press together and give to each other. My hand on the small of her back rocking with her hips as we lean, left and right.

I can feel the soft skin beneath her breast with the top of my index finger as we lay in bed, my cheek sinking into her ribs. I can trace her nipple with mine and feel them both stand hard.

Her fingers sliding across my forehead and circling my temple as my head lays in her lap.

The smooth of her skin, razor on strap, as I gently run my teeth down her stomach, below the belly button above her hairline… and that specific piece of skin melting hot upon my tongue.

The feel of her back leaning into me and her head on my shoulder as we watch dvds.

The touch of her hand on my back as I wrestle my nightmares.

The feel of her inner thigh against my cheek.

Her wet upon my mouth.

Her pulse upon my tongue.

and we have touched until we are pleasantly numb.