Art Of Touch Poem by lady grace

My goodness...when my fingers dropp to your hairy chest, allowing your busy fingers, explore every part of me your naughty poem will give me a heart attack... Well this part of the poem made me jump up in the air... well done...only one thing I can argue is this line... 'even the sands of time can’t help, to wipe all those marks.'... I felt it sould of been the sands of art....sands of time is sands that fall from the hour glass....and you can't get it back.... Naughty poem...I love these kinds of poem especially when they are expressed like this poetic... cheers...10+

Touch certainly is an art, and this lovely but sad poem epitomises the art most beautifully..... thank you for sharing it....

im sorry.. his lost.. this poem is good.. really good.

so beautiful liens, sweet poem and sweet description cheers 10+

how I miss those days when we both made our promises to grow and enjoy the sweetness of companionship with our grown up kids...... but life is cruel you left me with bundle of memories even the art of sands can’t help to wipe all those marks................... What to remember and what to forget only you go near and beget eyes slowly raise level and meet head simply shake and crumble the feet to deceive somebody is not at all art you may prove intelligent and look smart days may not be far when you have to part let love grow not fast as train but as cart memory may not be rubbed of fade not easy to say bye and farewell bade sand may not witness what we promised life may reveal what actually we missed

You express emotions in words beautifully. xxx

but life is cruel you left me with bundle of memories even the art of sands can’t help to wipe all those marks.... ---- your soul mate is weeping by reading this piece...........well done! ! ! ! ! !

with the touch- memory still lingers..and the yearning of the lost soul mate... such a wonderful poem well expressed openly.....10