Touch Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

The thought of things is a dream
An illusion to savor an ice cream
But not until you lick its purity
Touch makes it reality.

The desire for beauty is a bliss
An emotion to express with a kiss
But not after you execute it by lips
Touch excites its every sips.

The pleasure of love is quite infinite
An intimate feeling sensually definite
But not when you express with a dearest
Touch generates love as the greatest.