It's a sound you don't hear often
The whisper of peace and solace
A dream bound in resolution
And a warm consoling embrace.
It's a touch you don't feel often
The soft brush of a finger tip
A tactile motion full of desire
And a truly attentive lover's grip.
Great poem for now, when we are all stressed and at least worried if not downright frightened. Warm and comforting
Jennifer
Thank you, Po.
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Jon Stainsby
Thu 7th May 2020 07:21
Thank you so much, Jennifer.