distant touch.

When you first touched me and kissed me, I tried to disregard it but I gave in. Your hands wandered my body, but our love was a game. I was a toy to you but I enjoyed being played with. My skin felt warm up against your body. I was cold then hot, then cold again. I can’t tell what’s going on. But then i removed my lips from yours, look at you and you tell me that you love me. I ended up just smiling and kissing you. I didn’t say i love you because i realized i don’t. Your hands started moving into places hands have never been before. Your hands were painting my body will colors only we could see.