When They Touch Me
When your love language is touch, all bets are off
When they touch me, goosebumps instantly rise up on my flesh everywhere except where we’re making contact. No, that spot is searing with a fire like no other. There’s no stopping what happens next. It’s inevitable.
Hands. Lips. Body.
The before, however. That is what makes it worthwhile.
It starts with their eyes. I can always tell when those soulful dark orbs pierce me. It sends my heart rate skyrocketing. It’s how they begin to touch me. As if their eyes had the power to reach out and caress me in the most intimate areas even whilst I stand in the middle of a crowd.
They then begin to stalk me.
Like I’m their prey.