SHE TOUCH ME SHE'S PLESANT TO MY SOUL--
The essense of her, I sense she touch me
My eyes felt her vision, she touch me
My nose flaired, her sweet spicey woodsey smell
Plesant to my nose
With all that and more
She touch me plesant to my soul
5/29/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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