so what can a touch do?

it be said a tale told in the hand
so soft the travel where it land
not wanting to breath, lest miss the spoil of such a touch
for never enough, the urge a crave, the urge be such.

to melt into the travel of those fingers
the intensity soft yet hard yet searing, lingers
to pray to beg to wish to ask
the addiction, no wish to mask.

they be strong they be firm they be gentle, ever reading
they know to raise the mind frantic, succeeding
and as the rise and ebb of passions flow
to different heights, once again his body to tease real slow.

RB.