The Touch

February 18th, 2006

shrieking nerves on fingertips
little streaks of feelings saved
when will we meet again
when will my skin scream in agonizing pleasure
a single touch can set me free
one brush ca make me melt
softly move me
touch me silently
show me ecstasy with a simple caress of my cheek

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

In a life. Few can set the soul and heart a fire. A outstanding poem. You said so much in so few words. Ending made this poem perfect.
Coyote