My hobby :
The Touch.
I reach out, I search, feeling
I meet the silkiness of sensation
Ah, sweet, sweet touch, my dream
I slowly start to stroke, a zephyr upon her skin
Not yet, not yet, no more than a whisper
Follow the curves, slide, curl around
The oil runs through my fingers
A balm to ease, a salve, smoothing
Now, now, lean in, find the place
Stronger now, firm, her muscles my toys
Slowly I push, riding now, the hills and vales
A gentle sound, a breath released
Feel the body, the glory unbound
I stroke, I push the edge, searching again
There is tightness, a knot, ache
There, there, it hides
No escape from my roaming hands
Tease it out, smooth it, love it
Till it dissolves, melts away
Can not resist my probing press
And turns once more to precious flesh
Turn her now, glory, glory, the peaks unbound
Start again, oil flows, runs, fills the hollows
Rises and spills, trembles with her heart’s slow beat
Roaming again, spreading sweet release
Dare I, yet dare I now, wait, wait, teasing touch
Slide on, closer, closer, and away
Back again, passing near, climbing those peaks
But down again, round and round, oh bliss, my touch
Another breath, quivering, a tremor shakes the Alps
Bolder now, inching on, again those soft mounts a-tremble
Now I crest, the peaks achieved, feel them
Little mountains too, soft and firm, growing now
And there, see, the limbs fall limp
Now to climb, working deep, hard and neat
Push the flesh, oh sense sublime, I shiver mine
Up, and slowly up, stroking my way
Turning hardness soft, a sculptor of ease
Now to dance, reeling round, a teasing glance
Will he, won’t he, breath is held, tension glimpsed
There, he did, e’re so soft, a passing brush
The forest trembles, glistening, warm and close
My hands roam on, kneading, needing
Relax returns, body stirs, breath released
I return, forester, parting the way
Arms reach out, love entwined
Water falls, flies and flees
Breath roars, my ears a’thrum
All is sighs
The massage done
The Touch.
I reach out, I search, feeling
I meet the silkiness of sensation
Ah, sweet, sweet touch, my dream
I slowly start to stroke, a zephyr upon her skin
Not yet, not yet, no more than a whisper
Follow the curves, slide, curl around
The oil runs through my fingers
A balm to ease, a salve, smoothing
Now, now, lean in, find the place
Stronger now, firm, her muscles my toys
Slowly I push, riding now, the hills and vales
A gentle sound, a breath released
Feel the body, the glory unbound
I stroke, I push the edge, searching again
There is tightness, a knot, ache
There, there, it hides
No escape from my roaming hands
Tease it out, smooth it, love it
Till it dissolves, melts away
Can not resist my probing press
And turns once more to precious flesh
Turn her now, glory, glory, the peaks unbound
Start again, oil flows, runs, fills the hollows
Rises and spills, trembles with her heart’s slow beat
Roaming again, spreading sweet release
Dare I, yet dare I now, wait, wait, teasing touch
Slide on, closer, closer, and away
Back again, passing near, climbing those peaks
But down again, round and round, oh bliss, my touch
Another breath, quivering, a tremor shakes the Alps
Bolder now, inching on, again those soft mounts a-tremble
Now I crest, the peaks achieved, feel them
Little mountains too, soft and firm, growing now
And there, see, the limbs fall limp
Now to climb, working deep, hard and neat
Push the flesh, oh sense sublime, I shiver mine
Up, and slowly up, stroking my way
Turning hardness soft, a sculptor of ease
Now to dance, reeling round, a teasing glance
Will he, won’t he, breath is held, tension glimpsed
There, he did, e’re so soft, a passing brush
The forest trembles, glistening, warm and close
My hands roam on, kneading, needing
Relax returns, body stirs, breath released
I return, forester, parting the way
Arms reach out, love entwined
Water falls, flies and flees
Breath roars, my ears a’thrum
All is sighs
The massage done
