He touches me from oh so far away,
yet, his caresses move my very soul...

Aware of his gentleness with each kiss,
yet, the strength of his touch molds
my feelings like a mound of soft clay...

And truly it seems the more I ponder
the strangeness of his abilities,
the stronger and mightier they become...

He seems to be able to carry my heart
to heights of love, that appear so very
impossible, in the clear light of reality...

I shall not fight these beautiful feelings
I share with him, for to me they are right...

Small miracles of simple fate and chance,
that I have been given here to enjoy...

So I say to him at last....
Mold me now, yes...

Touch my very willing soul, yes...
possess me as no other can, yes...

For with you, I am unable to say, no...
 
 

Jadie Rose

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