Soft Touch Poems - Poems about Soft Touch

As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise Vultures swooped overhead and preyed on my vulnerabilities forcing me to carrion camping as fine young cannibals sharpened their knives and licked their lips while eyeing me as their naked lunch bound and gagged as a huge cauldron bubbled awaiting yours truly as human sacrifice preparatory to be boiled alive shorn of clothes embarrassingly in the buff with me...

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Daddy is making a cheese omelet puppy will not leave kitchen recognizing soft touch...

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_______________ (PoetrySoup Format) _______________ in the same skillful way satin serenades smooth silky skin . . the soft touch of spring is stimulating and seducing my senses - the scene is serene, simple and satisfying - in the same sweet symbolic way, i’m longing to savor the soft touch of you -------- - because...

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As This Heart Wakes To Your Soft Touch Sounding a change a call to arms echoes in heart's beatings waging battles against world's harm found within dawn's greetings battle yields to heroic light blessings send, strength to fight to find a bountiful treasure wake to again truth see by love, can one truly measure life by a sound decree for 'tis written, heart...

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It's Jana Zamora's birthday, The morning breeze is just gentle; The zephyr lets the soft touch stay, To bring mildness and joy as well. Topic: Birthday of Jana Zamora (March 27)...

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soft touch, gentle words loving actions resonate tear on weathered cheek...

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I feel things a bit too deeply. I analyze a bit too much. I usually end up feeling guilty. I am considered a soft touch. I think things through, then think again. I have difficulty letting issues go. Always feel that I have to explain. And I do let my feelings show. I feel hurt all the way to my soul. To be betrayed...

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(Madame is pronounced with accent on maDAME, the French way) Near a hole in the wall, with no qualm, Never seen, sits a frumpy Madame. Using lotion, she works Giving smooth strokes and jerks With her fabulous and renowned palm. By Andrea Dietrich *This is the theme of a movie I saw on cable. Its name is Irena Palm, the name a widow...

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My soul now has peace Transformed by the soft touch of your heart with mine...

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