Mainly, my focus on this poem, is that a touch can mean, so much. Especially, from a love one. Doesn’t necessary, have to be provocative or romantic.
Gentle felt, of vellicate sheer,
along her skin, to persevere.
Lingering grace, ever so tritely,
coinciding, and moving politely.
Down, upon me, with glistening eyes,
sending my hands, holding her thighs.
Fingers coursing up, along her spine,
with, skin so soft, around the waist line.
Nurturing entrust, in passion acquire,
heat of the moment, soon to transpire.
Bodies intwine, from the warmth of embrace,
my hands, are now placed, beneath the pillow case.
Trying, to keep it clean, if, you know what, I mean!
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