“My fingers itched to touch, my lips begged to taste and my body buzzed with a frenzied energy, but my mind screamed to move far away from him fast.”
“The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.”
“It's like my mind knows to stay as far away from him as possible... but my bones, my skin quiver in his presence.”
“His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.”
“I enjoy scratching itches on my body with my beard stubble. The worst though is when my lower back itches.”
“Baby, you've fucked my mind without touching my body.”