The first touch of hands
upon bare skin
comforting, soothing,
lulls me into whimsy...
I want to kiss you
I want you to
I don't dare
Try.

The first touch of lips
upon hesistation
mingled breath, growing confidence
draws one to boldness...
I'm not good at this
Don't ever let anyone
tell you you're not
But
You are.

The first touch of softness
upon hard roughness
barely breathing, seeking satisfaction
movement spirals into intimacy...

And words do not belong.