Untold craving

I know it sounds insane, but I do like the sharpness that your nipples have, it makes me crave for a touch, not of words, a touch of skin, of fingers gliding slowly from your bellybutton, tracing a soft line upward, to the gentle curve of your breast; tunning the nipples, like finding a perfect station on a radio, searching for that sweet spot where everything feels just right. I know we are just friends, but I do want to know how you taste, I want to crawl into your skin, swim through your veins, and visit your heart. When the world is blind, and it has closed its eyes, can I kiss your lips? When the world is deaf, and it has sealed its ears, I want to make you scream , and hear you moan. Kiprotich