Exploring the gulf between nearness and arrival. Hairs stand on end. Juices flow. Almost touching, his body jumps at the mere anticipation of contact. Erections swell. Breaths thicken. He can't stay quiet. Its something about closing the space between my fingertips and his skin... His instincts sets his skin on fire as phantom caresses crawl across his flesh.
The same way light too dim for my eyes to register
can be just as blinding as staring into The Sun.
A touch so soft it's barely felt,
can be just as intense as nerve-numbing pain.