Touch Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Touch Me

Touch Me

The full moon cast a perfect silhouette,
Of her standing motionless in deep thought.
This view of her for my heart was a threat,
A passionate love with her I besought.

Got ever so close but her I didn’t touch,
But close enough to feel her torrid heat.
Smoothness of her gentle curves are nonesuch,
From here I shall not make a step’s retreat.

Rushing feeling I didn’t anticipate,
As she reached back with her hand to touch me,
Creating a blood rush through the floodgate,
Commencing an adrenalized fury.

What is this power that she can command?
Is she herself an aphrodisiac?
Not so sure that I want to understand,
How she turns me into a maniac!

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