Love's Touch

Love’s Touch the first touch was tentative, the scent tantalizingly different, the sounds and nuances yet to be experienced, known, trusted. she was beautiful, firm, curvaceous, polished, but not yet refined, not yet molded by the necessities of moving in fluid oneness. time, and practiced repetition, would embrace them, join them, meld them into a flawless fluidity, caress the contours of their differences. he cherished every moment of this first love, touched, caressed, held, gazed at the texture and sheen of his olive skinned love. they spent long winter nights exploring the subtle contours of the other, investigating the intricacies of intimacy they knew this was a perfect fit, a seamless bond had been fashioned, a desire to face the future together to place one hand in the other thus they stood on that spring day hand in hand, facing the future, dreaming of its wonders when those magic words were spoken.,,, …….PLAY BALL!!! John G. Lawless 9/20/2014