Your Tender Touch Poem by Rowdy Solomon

My darling angel

Oh, how I long for the

Gentleness of your soft-textured

Grip encamping different extremities of me

I love the way it gives my body

Instruction to rest and be tranquil

Oh, how I awe for the warmness of your

Fingers to tickle my emotions

And surgically remove my physical pains

It feels like each carpal

Creates a tunnel to different parts of me

To clear any negativity

And help me lighten my loads

Each appendage is appointed

A designated area so none

Of me is ignored

You know all of the right

Places to touch and magnify

I love how you apprehend me

And make me your own

Not to control me...

But to connect with me

It's a mystery of how I tremble at your

Slightest interaction with me

I instantly slip into a joy-filled

Coma where my world becomes a

Land of no more

No more stress No more

drama no more arguments

No more low self esteem no

More doubts or demonic powers

Coming against me no more

Worries....

Just me...

And your tender touch.