His Touch
As we walk,
he holds my hand.
As we lay,
he holds me tight.
As we sit,
he holds my waist.
His touch is soft,
like a feather against my skin.
His voice,
like a whisper in my mind.
His kiss,
sweet and soft,
like a bunny,
nuzzling a flower.
His touch is magnificent,
and his touch makes me happy.
Copyright © Eli Arendel | Year Posted 2023
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