There ain't a feelin' like it in the world. And I'm sure you'd agree with me. Yeah, there's different types of skin on skin. Ya got your normal sort. You know the type. A friend's hand on your arm, just letting you know they accept you for you. A mother's hand touching your face, loving you for who you are. Not that I'd really know what that was like. And the alcohol infused 'I wanna fuck you now' touches of the one night stands. Now those I know a little somethin' about.

Then there's the other kind. The ones I never knew before. Given by the one person who means the most. The ones that make me feel like there's no-one in the world right now to her but you. The touches that send tingles through your body.

The feel of her lips brushing against the lobe of your ear, causing little explosions to fire throughout your whole being. Her hand running down your arm, instantly bringing goose bumps to the surface. Her mouth closing on the back of your neck, pulsing liquid fire through your veins. Causing itches that need to be scratched. And I know you know what I'm talkin' about now.

And the itch can only be eased by that one woman. The woman that owns me heart and soul. The woman who with just one touch lets me know she loves me like no-one else on this earth. The woman I love.

Yeah, you heard me. The woman I love. Who'da ever thought I'd be in love. That's right, have a little giggle. Big, ole bad-ass Faith's in love.

But I'm in love with the only woman I'll ever love for the rest of my life, and she loves me back. The woman who showed me what love really was. But getting off topic here, kinda.

Skin on skin.

There ain't a feelin' like it in the world. Especially when the touch is given by her. Her touch. It takes me places I've never been before and leaves me drowning in her.

My goddess.

My B.

Her skin on mine.