Touch Me

Touch me in that world between worlds where I'm no longer dreaming, still not quite awake. Caress me slowly, my darling, provoking the sighs that you love to hear me make. Touch me in those special places that only you and I are aware of. Tenderly stroke my dewy skin. Play my body as the instrument of your love. Touch me with your fingers, lips, and tongue. Raise the veil. Draw me from that world between worlds. Wake me gently with your desire. I want to feel fingers touch, lips kiss, and our tongues swirl. Touch me on that intimate spot. Wrap your legs and arms around me, pull me slowly in. Come with me, over the edge, to that place where fantasy ends and we begin.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/22/2025 3:21:00 PM

Hello Ron, Hi! this is a very romantic poem. i feel the passion. My friend enjoy your evening. /Darlene/

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/23/2025 1:24:00 PM

Hello Ron, Ron, I hope you both had a very nice day. Oh I do feel the passion in the poetry. Thank you Ron. Yes i enjoyed and like this poem. Your Friend. /Darlene/

Ron VanHooser
Date: 5/22/2025 8:04:00 PM

Hi Darlene, for me at least, passion is like the air we breathe, it is an essential and prominent part of the man I am. Most creative people such as those on this site, yourself included I have no doubt, are very passionate people. I'm pleased you liked this poem. Your friend, Ron