I long for the soft touch that feels like a feather upon my chin. From fingers that cradle my face like it is the most precious delicate crystal. A touch that only comes from an inner love that burns through the person and errupts as appreciation and awe. Awe of the feelings of peace and serenity, awe of the love that makes the world beyond disappear, awe of the power that such a feathery light touch surges through both of us.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
feathery touch
I long for the soft touch that feels like a feather upon my chin. From fingers that cradle my face like it is the most precious delicate crystal. A touch that only comes from an inner love that burns through the person and errupts as appreciation and awe. Awe of the feelings of peace and serenity, awe of the love that makes the world beyond disappear, awe of the power that such a feathery light touch surges through both of us.
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