Friday, December 13, 2019

A Gentle Touch

A gentle brush of his fingers,

Sending shivers down my spine.

In the love, I see in his eyes,

Is a love that equals mine.

A gentle brush of his fingers,

He greets me with a smile,

And leaves me with a kiss.

If he were to ever leave me,

I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Check this Jaun Elia Poetry

Maybe it's his touch,

Or the way he makes me feel.

But whatever it is,

I'm head over heels.

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