An Easy Touch Poem by Phil Soar
An Easy Touch
He knows that I'm an easy touch
I guess I love the boy too much
He cuddles me, I melt away
And now he has so much to say
He also has a kind of grin
He uses just to reel you in
And once he's got you in his spell
He milks it all like merry hell
No matter what the future holds
He'll never leave you blue or cold
So suck it up, he's got his way
And listen to what he has to say.
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