TOUCH ME (c) Copyright 2016

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    TOUCH ME (c) Copyright 2016
    Touch Me
    (c) Copyright 2016 Melanie D. West
    August 2, 2016
    Hands free
    You touch me
    Deeper than I thought you could
    It's a good, good feeling
    That I can't deny is real and...
    I'm reeling
    From the words you said
    Your love language playing in my head
    Again and again
    You touch me
    So strong
    Your love is caressing me
    Pressing me inside
    Awakening my senses
    Shattering my defenses
    Til my heart I cannot hide
    I feel you
    Through and through
    Your air of mystery
    Gets to me
    Drives me crazy too
    That without a kiss or warm embrace
    You still do what you do
    Oh, how you touch me
    Can't seem to get enough
    Never knew, I could
    Be moved without a shove
    But your words & deeds have pull
    They leave me full, 
    Yet always wanting more from you
    You feel me?
    I want to touch you too.
    Hands free
    You touch me
    Deeper than I thought you could
    It's a good, good feeling
    That I can't deny is real and...


    I'm reeling
    From the words you said
    Your love language playing in my head
    Again and again
    You touch me


    So strong
    Your love is caressing me
    Pressing me inside
    Awakening my senses
    Shattering my defenses
    Til my heart I cannot hide


    I feel you
    Through and through
    Your air of mystery
    Gets to me
    Drives me crazy too
    That without a kiss or warm embrace
    You still do what you do


    Oh, how you touch me
    Can't seem to get enough
    Never knew I could
    Be moved without a shove
    But your words & deeds have pull
    They leave me full, 
    Yet always wanting more of you


    Touch me...



    (c) 2016 By Melanie D. West 

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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