Echo of Touch (final edit)

MissT

Echo of Touch
Poems of Longing, Love, and Surrender

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Preface

These poems are made of sensation—of fingertips on skin, of breath between words, of hearts laid bare in the quiet moments before and after desire.

They are not only about passion, but about what happens when longing meets presence, and surrender feels like freedom.

Echo of Touch is a journey through the body and the soul—where memory lingers like scent on a pillow, and love rises and falls like the tide.

I wrote these not just to remember, but to feel again.

MissT

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Don’t tell me you don’t want this.
Your eyes already gave you away.
I could walk out now—untouched,
but still smoldering from the echo of your hands.
You don’t see the fire you’ve lit in me
not just heat, but hunger and weight.
I could break you with a whisper,
but instead, I give you just enough to make you need more.
Every taste is a dare,
every touch like a jolt of lightning along my spine.
And still, I leave.

The linger of his touch holds me
in a warm, breathless haze,
long after he is gone.
The sheets still smell of him—
earthy, masculine, familiar.
The sun begins to rise
as I breathe him out slowly,
his memory steeped in morning light.
This will never be just a moment.
It’s a forever kind of flame.

He undressed her without touching her.
His longing lit a flame in me
a spark born of need, not noise.
The depth of his soul lay in his eyes,
deep as aqua pools,
rippling with something that felt like belonging.
He touched and kissed me in ways I had never known,
my body answering every silent command.
Oh, to dive into those divine waters
to see where they lead,
to lose myself in the current.
I am curious.
A little greedy.
I want it all.

As we lay together,
his sweet hands in mine,
I felt a deep longing—
a connection beyond words or motion.
His craving was my craving.
His desire rose with mine,
twin flames borne from the same spark.
The rhythm of his love rose and fell,
like the waves of the ocean
calm on the surface,
but full of hidden current.
And I was happy
to be lost at sea.

The day never ends
with you by my side.
The day never tires.
The sun never sets.
The rain is never heavy.
The snow, pale as your skin.
The grass, as green as your eyes.
Your hair—curly clouds
drifting across your forehead.

His touch left me wanting more.
My skin tingles at the thought.
His velvet mouth, those deep, wet kisses
where he ends and I begin, I don’t know.
He sees me—not just my eyes,
but all the dark I try to hide.
His gaze feels like truth.
He smiles, and I unravel.
I am useless to resist,
folding under the weight of his passion.
The softness of his hair brushes my thigh,
and I forget how to say no.