In a Simple Touch

In a simple touch,

I feel so much.

Most of all I feel love,

the love of someone.

The warmth of the hand,

reflects the warmth within.

I close my eyes to retain,

this warmth, this moment.

The softness echoes the

kindness of the one.

The one I love with

the touch that I desire.

The gently movement

seeking my approval.

Which is hers for I

yearn that simple touch.

That means so very much.

That means so very much.

Written by Keith E Maynard, 1971, Tucson, Arizona.