He Touched Me
He touched me
As his eyes peered into my soul
His hands defining my form took a stroll
His beard was like a mowed lawn at its pace
Sweeping my baby bottom face
He touched me
And I was never the same
He did what he was told
And for being a pro, he is not to blame
Cause his fourth digit bore a piece of gold
His peck sent shivers down my spine
And left me hanging in the clouds
Wishing he was mine
My head popped
My heart stopped
My hairs hopped
My feet flopped
My mind drifted
Cut!!!
And I realized it was still a play
© Chidiogo Ibe (Radiant)~ 28/04/2014
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