Tactile Poems - Poems about Tactile

She shared a tactile fancy Explored the feelings of the world Inquiries of subtle touch Within her head vision unfurled She visited a wooded glen Saw through sound and scent and presence That she could hold within her hands By touching life – it’s very essence Also hear within old cities Oily boisterous tarmac tales Hold still the warmth of evening's kiss Amid the rows...

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Touch me, that’s all you have to do; Caress me with words that raise goosebumps that won’t fade; I’ll devour each and every one; Let go only when I say, ‘Enough; I have no coherent thought.’ Enjoy the slow whisper along your skin, marvel at the flames in my voice; Powerless against your match ablaze, captive to your energy;...

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Did err' the tactile heart retreat, no more to trust, no more to speak, of hopeful folly or treasured weeks. But only gave a duped reply. "I will not give myself again" the little fragile heart replied. Oh, how the tactile heart reminisced, of cobbled streets, the moonlit beach, two pairs of footprints, side by side. But caution take starstruck hearts. "For one day the...

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Oh my It’s an interesting world So many stories And smart people I listen and read All I can Oh my It’s a visual world All this beautiful scenery No time to See it all Oh my It’s a musical world Voices and instruments From all round No moment for A quiet time Oh my It’s a tactile world So much to See an touch It sends a shiver Down my spine Oh my It’s a beautiful World...

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bodies touching ever so lightly: wanting more...

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Messy moody mangled movements mull Display dusty distant dream dull Prime passionate purpose point Jazzy jerky jumps joint Seeker stacking soot ...

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Furry, silky, bumpy, scratchy, Velvety or smooth – Textures can repel, intrigue Or comfort us and soothe. Prickly, crinkly, soft and downy, Sticky, cold or rough – Some you can’t let go of; Others – once might be enough. Scruffy, woolly, stringy, Slinky, satiny or sleek – As we grow, so many textures Lose their magic and mystique. But just brush a pine tree’s...

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On your face I see That look, that brings To mind an open Sea in which I swim And silky feel, in duvet Sink and skin that’s Flush a reddish pink As warm as caramel Scented soft and lavish. In your eyes so bright We smile, moments True and pleasure Keep , into your Bosom pressing Deep and tummies Touch , we nestle Just before we gently Fall asleep....

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