Please touch me now with pressure firm as love,
Excite a private ending from above.

Luxuriating sensitivity,
Each stroke invokes a new reality;
Where language of our love determines need
As love and lust are ground in fertile seed.

No mind I find has not been redefined,
Synaptic excitation realigned
To advantageous levels rarely seen;
Accumulated fat replaced by lean.

So tender is the timeless tone of touch,
Its potent affect means so very much
A tacit testing of all human hearts
Can move it to the limits love imparts.

The tactile need of every human soul
Releasing tension's gently tempered whole.
Let every lover come together now;
Slow motion strokes beginning at the brow,

While moving down the body very slow,
You rotate fingers warmly as you go
And then the pleasure's given back to you
As treasured pleasure from your ingenue.

I see a rosey-blush begin to spread
Beneath my fingertips from toes to head,
As stroking slow incites your heat to rise;
I love the way your body hides no lies.

You knead with knowing pressure on the skin,
Until a golden glow spreads from within
And flows all over every inch and curve;
While giving lovers pleasure they deserve.

A purity of pleasure that you give
An added benefit for love you live.
A seasoned reason why your pleasure grew,
And pleasure's measure gave life back to you.

Please touch me now with pressure firm as love
Invite a private ending from above.