Across a crowded room, our eyes meet and in an instant - the passion returns My legs grow weak, my heart skips a beat the yearning in my soul - how it burns. Without a touch, I caress your face and a smile appears...so bright You kiss my lips, your hands on my hips as everyone around us fade out of sight. Without a touch, we slowly undress pulling at clothes to be free I unbutton your shirt - you lift up my skirt not noticing if anyone can see. Without a touch, you take me one powerful thrust, and you are in We both moan, and sigh. God, I feel high as an uphill climax begins. Without a touch, it's happening our bodies, and juices combine As you let go - nice, and slow your love mixes in with mine. Without a touch, we did it and I must say...it felt so right Like a hand in a glove - we made touchless love Forever I'll remember this night.
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