Memory of Skin

My lover asked, "How do you want me to touch you?"

I replied, "I would like you to touch me as if you were going to go somewhere very, very far away, and want to remember every bit of my body, the softness of my skin, all the nooks and curves of my body."

I want you to touch me like you were blind and know you love me crazily, but you will never see me."

He touched my face, my chest, my thighs… He learned how I 'look', imagining me in his mind while his hands would discover my body.

Driven carzy, I continued saying... I want you to touch me as if your hands were the hands of a healer and radiate the energy of love with every caress.

I want you to touch me as if you were alive. Live from me, calm your thirst for happiness with the love I carry inside myself.

I want you to touch me as if you fed me with your touch, as if your touch gave me life and happiness.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were brushes and caressing them every piece of my body would smile in glowing, sparkling, blinding colours.

I would like you to touch me like a sculptor who has just finished his work and smooths every piece of it to give it a shine. 

I want you to touch me, as if your hands were fire that turns everything unclean into ashes and only keeps the pure gold of my soul.

I would like you to touch me as if I were your mistress forever.