The simple curiosity of the human touch.
The pleasureable sights
The way the eyes, the lips move
Inexplainable expressions with endless words.
The human touch is as sacred as the human language. And as deceiving.
Through contact where heat is where I'm receiving.
Oh the human touch , pleasurably relieving .
It has me feeling right
Its better when you have your eyes closed tight .
N// XO I'm back . 🌊
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Metaphorically Thinking
PuisiI might as well write what I'm thinking. Poems: Don't have to rhyme for you to recognize its one. Roses are red violets are blue this shit is old And so are you.
