Not Touching

Touching, Not Touching
Your warm breath
Shivers across my back
Seducing the curves and lines
Of my body.
I feel you close
But not touching
Your desire thrumming
The particles between us
In urgent relay.
Yet
Not touching.
Your desire
Ignites nerve endings
In my core
And I surrender
To your insistent
Presence
Your non touch
Your withheld desire.
Without your knowing
I am fever pitched
Tightly strung
Focusing urgently
Desiring release.
Your finger barely
Touching
Brailles my back
Weaving silken patterns
Connecting you to me
Irrevocably
And I shudder in delight.
You move in close
Imprinting my body
Against the length of mine
Your hand snakes
Around
Capturing my breast
In firm needing grasp
And I lean into
Your body patterns
Allowing your hand and body
To weave magic between us
Touching.