The following is a poem i worte last summer while i was traveling on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia and realized that i had a bad case of "skin hunger" ... It contain erotic descriptions and thoughts of two males together - if this offends you then please do not read any further.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
My skin is screaming for your touch It's rawness is exposed to the elements and The winds of time are raw My nerves are exposed and screaming for a new life.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
Lay your body upon my soul and Cover my skin with your touch. Trace your finger tips around my map and Find the roadway into my depths Search those inner and outer spots and Feed that hunger that is with-in.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
Lay me on my back and unwrap The clothing of time that is hiding my soul Lay me open to the nakedness of my life and As I lay here exposed to the elements of time Please, now please, touch me.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
Start at my head and Trace your fingers around my face Find my beauty and bring back my smile, just touch me Move down my body and search for my soul and Find those spots that send rapture up my spine Touch those spots and tickle my brain.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
Continue your journey over my roadway and Arouse my sex from deep with-in my soul Awaken the inner depths of it's passion and Find the beauty of the life with-in Let it erupt it's glory upon my skin and Spread it's silkiness and feed my skin.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
Now turn me over and expose those mounds and Trace that spine on its downward journey Until you reach the beauty of those mountains Grab hold with both hands and Massage the depths of its beauty Now open the valley and continue on the pathway To the inner parts of my soul.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
Now down my legs and reach my toes Then around and upward Always searching and Always feeding that hunger that I have Feel my sex, touch its beauty, sense its calmness As you give it new life with your touch of love.
Touch me with your fingers Touch me with your hands ... just touch me ...
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