Touch by Chris Stafford  
Softly, softer, warmth, warmer
Arousing that certain destiny
Forbidden yet allowed
Controlled but uncontrollable
Eventually melting
Strength and gentleness combined

Fingertips sensing, smells arousing
Nerves awakening, passion growing
Enveloping, aching
The slightest touch caressing
Reaching new depths

Tenderness so fragile
So delicate
Softness flowing like curves in a river
An unstoppable tide

Demanding kisses and more
Unfolding, sensuously, deliberately
Helpless, yielding
The first touch releasing.

Copyright, Chris Stafford
Poem · Added: Apr 12, 2011 · Views: 1134 · People Inspired: 2
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I was living in Australia at the time and sitting on the cliff overlooking Bondi Beach when this came to me. It was my first poem and I was encouraged to submit it for publication in an Anthology where it won an award :-)
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