Kiss me softly . . . With the closeness of your face on my cheek . . . Touch me.
Brush your soft eyelashes Against my hand held warmly in your hand . . . Touch me.
Gently stroke my hair, And ever so tenderly cradle me In the warmth and security of your arms . . . Touch me.
It is the touch of you That I treasure most. For . . . if I cannot see you, And, if I cannot hear you, Your gentle, thoughtful touch Paints a portrait in my mind . . . And on my heart Of the loving and beautiful soul that you are.
I belong to you . . . So . . . touch me.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
After I first posted my Touch Me poem in October in the Blogs, an amazingly talented man in Spain, who has a lovely lady of his own, responded with the following answer to my poem:
Touching You...
Your breath caresses my face with it’s warmth My lips brush gently across your cheek I am touching you Palm to palm our fingers entwine I am touching you Your head rests against my chest as my cheek caresses your hair Secure in my arms as they encircle your waist pulling you tightly into my embrace I am touching you
My touch leaves its imprint on your heart I am not there but you can see me You cannot hear me but my voice echoes in your mind Cherish the thoughts of my gentle touch
Comments (2)
For you have touched this heart of mine
Surely if you looked, you would find a responding touch of love for you!
You have touched the readers of your poem!
Well Done!
JimEee