I want to feel your warmth underneath the soft, black leather suit that covers almost every inch of your body... I move my fingers across every rivet and stitch... I wonder how your skin must feel like... my hands wander down your firm arms. I can feel your muscles... You train them every night, right? If only you would hold me... Your hands feel rough... rough and soft at the same time. Probably because they need to be dextrous... After all, stealing is your way of life... I move your fingers to my lips, kiss them gently. Relishing, I close my eyes, lay my cheek into your steady hand. Maybe it’s only imagination... but I felt you were