It seems someone has a passion for you
And that someone is; I
My passion is to touch you
But not with a normal touch, I want to touch you with my eyes
Just like the first time I saw you from afar
First touch your silky black reddish hair with a soft stare
Look at its short style with long bangs, that has an extra touch of red, when you are standing in the sunlight, a touch of brown, when you stand in the moonlight
Now I'll let my eyes touch your eyes, even if it means I can't see your pretty face, because those amazing brown eyes has my sight hypnotize
They bring warmth to your small image, and an extra shine with your bright smile
Once I break away from the glance in your eyes, I will scan down to your lean neckline, while visualizing my lips touching them, your body reacting to their gentle touch
My tongue dancing across your neck, but never long enough, because you are so ticklish you squirm from my arms
But I don't mind, because I get to hear your joyous laugh
Now with a warm smile on my face, I keep visualizing while moving my eyes downward toward your firm soft breast
I reach out and touch them with my sight
I visualize through your bra and feel the softness of its skin, the firmness as I squeeze them with my fingers
I can feel your eyes watching mines stare at your breast, and you smile
You must of felt me touch them, because I see your nipples rise, and your face flush with the color red
Your arms start to cross as my eyes feel the size of their roundness
An innocent shyness twinkles in your eyes, as you watch my eyes touch you
Slowly I paint your image in my mind as my eyes keep traveling downward, and
as soon as I get to your navel, my eyes stop
They see the image of my tongue painting a wet trail cross you middle,
dip, suckle on the indentation in your belly
The feel of the coarse texture of your belly button, compared to your belly's smooth skin
I visualize the movement of your body, as it anticipates what's to come next
My eyes now focus on the shape of your thighs.
Their compact thickness and firmness of the inner layer that lies beneath the soft, textured skin they are wrapped in
I watch your legs shake with nervousness, wondering if after all the years together, my eyes still feel you like they did the first day they laid their sight on you
My eyes watch your feet shuffle side to side knowing they don't like to be touch
The tingling sensations is just to much for them to bare
So, I gaze up your legs and touch your womanhood
I visualize how it looks covered with nothing but your panties
The shape of its folds, the mushy soft feel of the lips that protects its inner texture
The touch must have been of your liking, because you suddenly cross your legs as you lean back against the chair
I remove myself from my seat and walk toward you
I watch you eyes get lighter and brighter as my eyes get closer, and you see they have that same hunger for you they had the first time they gazed upon you
The same passion, I get touching you
As I close the distant between us, I see your arms twitch in anticipation of the touch of my hands on your skin, knowing they will follow the same trail my eyes has taken
The anticipation of my lips, teaming up with my tongue, following that same trail
Then the anticipation of the touch of my extension touching then pushing your folds open, before falling deep into your wet softness
Releasing all our passion that has build from my passion of touching you, with nothing but, the love in my eyes