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Touch Me
Touch me, gentle as can be,
let us hold a conversation
of tactile sensitivities.
Caress me tender with your hand,
identify every plane and valley,
shallow and rise of my body, firsthand.
Get to know me with your finger tips,
let no surface of my body
be ignored or missed.
Touch can express many things,
love, affection or desire
a plethora of feelings, take wing.
It can be inquisitive or make demands,
knowledgeable in their endeavor or
follow clumsy inept commands.
Touch me, express all you know,
emit the emotions
you want to show.
The silence is more than it seems,
because your hands are speaking loudly,
what they want and what they need.
Let your touch be feather light,
tender and calm sensations,
a conflagration ignite.
Let the feel of touch make you aware
of the sheer joy of languid patience,
awaken primal instincts without care.
Trespass in the innermost sanctum,
tracing paths and imaginary lines,
within your mind in et infinitum.
Stalk and peruse responses from my skin
draw me into the sensations
of a world of delectable sins.
Create an awareness, a sensual uproar,
yet the wonder of my bashfulness,
drives to brazenly explore more.
Marvel with its feel, soft strokes,
tactile convergences
ohh…beautiful images that this evokes.
The affect a caress has is powerful,
it shatters barriers and reveals emotions;
a simple touch can be, memorable.
Gypsy red
7/7/2012
let us hold a conversation
of tactile sensitivities.
Caress me tender with your hand,
identify every plane and valley,
shallow and rise of my body, firsthand.
Get to know me with your finger tips,
let no surface of my body
be ignored or missed.
Touch can express many things,
love, affection or desire
a plethora of feelings, take wing.
It can be inquisitive or make demands,
knowledgeable in their endeavor or
follow clumsy inept commands.
Touch me, express all you know,
emit the emotions
you want to show.
The silence is more than it seems,
because your hands are speaking loudly,
what they want and what they need.
Let your touch be feather light,
tender and calm sensations,
a conflagration ignite.
Let the feel of touch make you aware
of the sheer joy of languid patience,
awaken primal instincts without care.
Trespass in the innermost sanctum,
tracing paths and imaginary lines,
within your mind in et infinitum.
Stalk and peruse responses from my skin
draw me into the sensations
of a world of delectable sins.
Create an awareness, a sensual uproar,
yet the wonder of my bashfulness,
drives to brazenly explore more.
Marvel with its feel, soft strokes,
tactile convergences
ohh…beautiful images that this evokes.
The affect a caress has is powerful,
it shatters barriers and reveals emotions;
a simple touch can be, memorable.
Gypsy red
7/7/2012
Published 7th Jul 2012
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7th Jul 2012 7:01pm
What is in the water you're drinking? You are dancing deliciously with words.
"Touch" is the spark igniting life. No touch is benign. Every touch evokes emotion in some way.
THESE touches you invoke are scintillating.
"Touch" is the spark igniting life. No touch is benign. Every touch evokes emotion in some way.
THESE touches you invoke are scintillating.
7th Jul 2012 7:10pm
Scinta who? hahahahaha love it!lolol yes, sin can be wonderful... Like a parched man in the desert, I am starved for human touch.
Thanks Mr.ken
Thanks Mr.ken
Anonymous
7th Jul 2012 7:36pm
Starvation leads to some great diets!
The oasis is human touch....
Nice one here Gypsy Red.
Strider :)
The oasis is human touch....
Nice one here Gypsy Red.
Strider :)
7th Jul 2012 7:48pm
7th Jul 2012 7:44pm
Being starved of the human touch for so long (self inflicted out of choice) I'm sooooo looking forward to breaking my own rule and feeding my hunger.
A beautiful write Gypsy. :)
A beautiful write Gypsy. :)
7th Jul 2012 7:48pm
7th Jul 2012 8:35pm
Yikes MiDear … you did indeed write some and a very fine write indeed, a gentle touch of genius here.
7th Jul 2012 8:56pm
Ooops lolol (blushing furiously)lolol Thank you Luv your comment is always appreciated.
Anonymous
7th Jul 2012 8:58pm
The repetition of the word "touch" is like a mantra repeated over and over again recalling the experiments where baby monkeys were not held and how this turned them into psychopathic adults. Old people need touch too, yet this very elemental gesture is denied them and they fade, like flowers, wilting from need.
Brilliantly written poem
Brilliantly written poem
7th Jul 2012 9:06pm
Thank you, thank you; people are social creatures, touch is essential yet so many go without it or get abused with it or it is misused to hurt.
16th Jul 2012 9:38pm
Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed my piece.Feel free to check out some more of my work, as there are other pieces similar to this one.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/marielavoue/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/marielavoue/
