Touching Her
"Sometimes, just a touch, can push her over the edge"
His hand clutched the glassTeasing herTormenting herMaking her acheto be touched in placesonly seen by his eyesHis strengththe way his fingertipsdanced a tangoacross her skinThe intention with whichhe slid theminto her sweet abyssShe crossed her legsunderneath therestaurant tableattempting to stop...