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"The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you?
>
> The Lover answered:
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far
> away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my
> skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love
me,
> but unable to see me. Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes...
learn
> what I "look" like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my
shape.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands,
radiating
> love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin,
> through flesh, entering into the cells of my body.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through
your
> hands. Feed on me, drink deeply and draw from your touch the love that I
> hold for you.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands,
> as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries
out
> for your touch, yearns to be fed.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly
> caressing the edge of my being.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as
you
> caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing
> me to reveal my inner self to you.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture, and were
now
> feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas, enjoying the finished
> product.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire, burning away the
> dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the
> essence of my being.
>
> I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by
> dampening my skin you enliven my spirit.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch
> brought forth different sounds from different parts of me.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and
> valuable.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover."
>
>
-anonymous
>
> The Lover answered:
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far
> away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my
> skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love
me,
> but unable to see me. Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes...
learn
> what I "look" like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my
shape.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands,
radiating
> love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin,
> through flesh, entering into the cells of my body.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through
your
> hands. Feed on me, drink deeply and draw from your touch the love that I
> hold for you.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands,
> as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries
out
> for your touch, yearns to be fed.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly
> caressing the edge of my being.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as
you
> caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing
> me to reveal my inner self to you.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture, and were
now
> feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas, enjoying the finished
> product.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire, burning away the
> dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the
> essence of my being.
>
> I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by
> dampening my skin you enliven my spirit.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch
> brought forth different sounds from different parts of me.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and
> valuable.
>
> I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover."
>
>
-anonymous
