Toro Tokuda

The simplest of touches -- a touch of a hand.
Fingertips ghosting across my skin
Wandering so I know not where they will land
Praise, pleasure, pain-- or sin.

The simplest of touches-- a touch of a hand.
Your fingers that I know so well
With the smooth, cool touch of the band
I gave you the day my heart with pride swell.

The simplest of touches-- a touch of a hand.
Now 'tis mine on your thigh
Hot with lust, hotter than any brand
Along your skin with but a sigh.

The simplest of touches-- a touch of a hand.
What you need the same as my need,
My love, my Raven, no need to expand--
Come and find me when you finish this read.