I'm the type of guy,
who needs physical touch,
with my soft gentle hands,
I'll infuse you with love.
Just look in my eyes,
and begin to believe,
that I will make you feel,
divine ecstasy.
Take my hands,
as I pull you close,
and whisper in your ear,
a love song I wrote.
Holding you tight,
as I kiss your lips,
love through touch,
is where my happiness is.
© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110813
Sweet... I admire a guy who writes love poems ~
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ReplyDeletenice...physical touch is high on my list as well...i also like talk...
ReplyDeletecool nice to be able to talk the talk ....great poem of wooing ...thank you x
ReplyDeleteso well done a touch can say so much and express so much feeling
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Absolutely! I have known skin-hunger and was astonished by it. The speaker in this poem seems to need to touch as much as I found I needed to be touched. Thanks for this one...
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Mark is right! And Hedgewitch is even right-er! Finally, a poem that screams my name! I'm a dawg too! True that, my friend....
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