The Touch
A healing touch of dark and light
has secretly possessed my dreams.
Unseen, she penetrates the night
and dominates subconscious themes.
She gently wraps my wounds with grace
and mends my shattered soul with care.
Her warming hands caress my face;
now soothed by love, her scheme we'll share.
A doting doctor, skilled and bold,
will guide this zealous fantasy.
Creating pulsing waves untold;
her roaming kiss is ecstasy.
I'm laid upon a silken bed
where passion's beat grows ever strong.
Into her rescue realm I am led
where rapture's voice controls our song.
Atop the mount of hunger's rise
her curing thrusts erase my fears.
Our spirits merge and harmonize;
in coupled beat the stream appears.
In pleasing aftermath we lie,
where swells of love renew my soul.
Her antidote in vast supply;
she now makes me whole.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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