Touching Poems Novels & Stories

The cold touch of the vampire reminded him that his body was yet numb to emotions and feelings. Syvan pulled him forward. Daylen wrapped his hands around Syvan's neck and laid his head on Syvan's shoulder. 'I won't let you mourn forever little bird,' Syvan thought. The world moved around them as they slowly danced at the shores. Daylen let his mind wander around, concentrating on nothing in particular but the beat of his heart. Despite standing next to Syvan and their bodies touching. Daylen could barely feel the male. Unlike other times when Syvan was beside him.

His touch sent ripples of warmth cascading through my body, igniting every nerve ending in a flaming symphony of pleasure. Under the watchful eyes of the moon, we shed our inhibitions, surrendering to the primal desires that consumed us. I could feel the heat of his body against mine as he pressed me against a tree, the rough bark contrasting the softness of our bodies. His touch seared my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he worshiped every inch of me with reverence only he possessed.

“Acknowledge the pain and embrace the lessons it has taught you.” Trembling, I opened my eyes to gaze upon the moonlit garden once more. The fragrant blooms seemed to sway in a dance of memories, pulling at my heartstrings. I took a step forward, unsure of what awaited me. As I moved closer, the figure extended their hand towards me. Hesitant at first, I reached out and let our fingertips touch. Instantly, a surge of emotions coursed through me like an electric shock. Flashes of laughter and tears intertwined as if painting a portrait of my life's journey.

Wet. The touch of the skin sends a jolt through all the nerve pathways that lie beneath my skin. He hugs my body from behind, wrapping his sturdy arms around my stomach and his other hand up to one of my breasts. His lips were on my shoulder, kissing my sensitive ache skin. I bit my lip, I opened my mouth to the passion he was sending my way. His squeeze was sensual, the twist of his fingers on my stomach hot. His hardness against my ass cheeks makes my wet part twitch.

She was lost in the sensation, consumed by the need to feel more, to experience the full extent of his touch. He continued to tease her, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch arousing a fresh wave of pleasure. He knew where to touch, how to touch, to drive her wild. His fingers danced across her skin, a mesmerizing rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. Each touch was a promise, a slow, deliberate build-up that left her breathless with anticipation.

It seeped into roots, poisoned streams, left fields paler and thinner, as if someone had leached color from the world. “Look,” Gaia breathed, and the link surprised me because it was deeper than the way minds usually touched. It was full of images and sense; a whole panorama of destruction that slapped me awake. I could feel the way the land had been stripped of its colors and warmth, the way roots cried out.

"What something?" "I don't know yet." "You had an expression…" "I was surprised." "You were more than surprised." He held her gaze steadily. "The column of light," he said. "The direction it went." He paused. "In the old stories, the ones the elders tell about the Moon-touched, there's a specific manifestation. Something that only the most powerful Moon-touched could do." He stopped. "What manifestation?" He looked at her hands. Then at the sky where the light had gone.

Touch. What a delicate sense. The feeling of someone touching my body left me breathless… I couldn’t see or hear; all I could do was feel. Lips making their way down my body. Hands caressing my skin as if I were a fragile doll that could break any moment. I felt the person causing these strange feelings come up to my ear and whisper, “I want you.” The voice was deep and husky. I didn’t know who the owner was, but my body ached for whoever he was. My lips parted,

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.

The sound of the sea was muted. Everything around us became blurry. But he was standing there. In front of me, very very clearly. It's as if he's the only one I can see. No. He's indeed the only one I see. He was also staring back at me. His eyes fell down from my eyes to my lips. Suddenly, the distance between us feels so offending. It's as if that small distance takes him away from me. So I move a step closer. His eyes got darker. But I took another step closer.