Gentle TouchA Poem by Willard WellsSleepLaying down this night feeling restless, so no sleep. Thoughts racing in the dark, already looking for the light.
First a gentle touch, as a finger reaches my shoulder bare. A hand now resting on my chest, gives me pause as I start to rest.
Then a leg gently draped across me, feeling the warmth, my love close.
Now her body wrapped to me, like pretzels intertwined.
A gentle sleep is now mine. © 2016 Willard WellsReviews
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1 Review Added on December 11, 2015 Last Updated on January 8, 2016 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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