A lover's hand only touches me there.
The small of my back, where shivers go
from my toes to my neck.
My lover's hand, caressing the curve
of my face, touching my collarbone.
The tighting of my chest,
breath barely escaping.
The warmth of my lover's hand,
touching me, cupping my breast,
and holding me close.
Nothing compares to my lover's hand.
Written By: Julie Rhodes
4/08/08
Author notes
This was written for my husband, it hasn't been touched up or changed, just the raw poem, I'll come back at a later time to add some finesse to it, but I am putting this up here specifically for him in this stage with no changes because this is how he wanted it. Love you Josh.
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nice poem
that is a really good poem that you have written
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Bonita!
Julie, this poem has the purity, serenity and passion all so deep lined in it- it requires no,'finesse' at all- this so called raw poem is magnificiently beautiful-Bonita ! indeed!
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