T o u c h

Skin and Touch go hand in hand.
As does that heavy, warm, tingle you get in your chest. The rush of blood and the air in your lungs.
You feel the tingle in your arms as you restrain yourself. Digging your teeth into your lip. The tingle has reached your fingers as you reach forward to touch their face.
The feel of their skin,
like it matches the very imprints in your fingers,
is somewhat perfect.
Your heart pounds harder, and faster, as you cup their face in your hands. Their chin in the crook,
their skin warm. Velvety, velvety skin.
Your breath quickens as you lean forward. The atmosphere slows everything down, and your noses brush. Your eyes flutter to a close, as your lips barely
touch

Supple.
Tender.
They mesh, and there is bliss.