Warm Touches Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Warm Touches



From where do these warm touches,
come as the wind start to whirl,
kisses on my neck,
as your breath hits me so,
lips like honey and bitter as ale,
you come to me close,
romantic behavior from such,
just like a young girl,
foolish games, you are playing,
with my heart,
but it, is time for saying,
goodnight, I now must part.

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