Gentle Touch

The Gentle graceful gradual gift growing gallantly grasping good emotion effortlessly entering one encompassing the entirety of myself to witness the silent

Whispers that wash what was window stained in my DNA for such a soft touch takes me to a new thought of which be the mind for it isn’t abrupt or arduous while the

Smile of someone that is happy to see the soft side of me instead of the what is to be gained or won but truly accept the being in which is I with a gentle touch that would

Create a foreign feeling for only abrupt moments are all I have to fall back on but never purposeful but by accidental abruptness creating an addiction to what I want

Never feeling the fragile futuristic feeling from the frost of my emotion that is what I want curious about when the dawn of this rite of passage shall come but yet who

Will grant me this sensation of actual emotion instead of insidious lust letting the mythical monsters distort what the fine line of love and lust be slowly tearing at my

Heart wanting only a simple thing in life that everyone takes for granted complaining about the small details in which being the actual emotion sent through the touch of

An individual that is willing to see me as a person and not an object for more than a brief conquest but an epic worthy of a symphony from their gentle touch of emotion