Is that what we do? We chase that feeling, we chase that embrace, that touch. Just a moment of passion, to be held in a way that awakens every ounce of woman inside. She begs for it and yearns for it. Touch me feel me set me free. Hands that connect with the gateway to the soul. We chase this passion this love this embrace. We sacrifice and break into pieces to find it. The pain is worth it for a moment of pleasure a moment of embrace. We need it we crave it we beg for it. Hold me touch me love me. Never let me go. Climb inside me and rip all the darkness out. Hold me down and love me so hard that there is nothing left. I need the escape and the release. I need to break into pieces within your hands and feel all that is you.. The security the strength for a moment I am grounded and not lost in chaos, for a moment I am secure. Please don’t make me chase it any more.