I know that it is all
A matter of hands.
Out of the mournful sweetness of touching
Comes love...
Touch my eyes
And know that you're the last thing I see this night.
Touch my lips
They speak and say the sweetest things to you.
Touch my breasts
They nourish and feed your hungry heart.
Touch my navel
Feel the passion slowly unbending within.
Touch my center
It is there that you break free in me.
Touch my thighs
They enclose you and pull you ever close.
I know that it is all
A matter of hands.
Out of the mournful sweetness of touching
Comes love.

Miss Marisa 4/29/94

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