Touch

His voice is smooth; a caramel river of dreams
Melting into her soul, making lonely lips sing,
Filling in the ragged cracks, mending the heart whole.

When his rough hands move, caressing velvet soft skin
Her forgotten body comes alive from his touch again.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets: Quadrille #85 Raising our Poetic Voices

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