IF I CLOSE MY EYES.
I CAN FEEL YOUR BREATH ON MY CHEST.
ONLY TO OPEN MY EYES AND FEEL ONLY THE WARM BREEZE BLOWING THRU THE WINDOW.
TOUCHING BUT NOT ALWAYS TOUCHED
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Excellent poem.
I have something for you
You are not aware that I am there
receiving every rhythm of your motion of your hands
I lay back and relax as you discover
this vast land
It is more the the breath you feel
it is the rhythm of my heart and breath
responding in Unison with your heart and breath
Your are touched and received.
The Softness of my skin is preexposed
to Olive Oil and Shea Butter
My skin is softer with
your hands of friction
I really have and addiction
Your hands are not empty
I hold them sometime
They are strong, so warm
so muscular. I sense your dominance.
Why fight? Do your thing man.
Your scent of neutral
tells me you are not there
But your touching
tells me you are.
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Excellent poem. I have something for you You are not aware that I am there receiving every rhythm of your motion of your hands I lay back and relax as you discover this vast land It is more the the breath you feel it is the rhythm of my heart and breath responding in Unison with your heart and breath Your are touched and received. The Softness of my skin is preexposed to Olive Oil and Shea Butter My skin is softer with your hands of friction I really have and addiction Your hands are not empty I hold them sometime They are strong, so warm so muscular. I sense your dominance. Why fight? Do your thing man. Your scent of neutral tells me you are not there But your touching tells me you are.