The sensations of the night that touched my lonesome soul
and made my body feel so whole.
The warm caresses of your hands that soothed my tired skin,
and stirred my feelings deep within.
The exotic perfume of your skin that delighted my senses
and broke down all my defenses.
The soft touch of your fingertips.
The tender kisses from your lips.
The enchanting words of love you said,
They still echo in my head.
But what I miss most of all as I lay alone upon my bed
Is your loving hand caressing my head.
A small, simple gesture that healed my wounded heart
and told me, my love,
Everything’s all right.
Submitted: April 26, 2001
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