His touch is what I was imparted to desire
The feeling of refuge, passion, adornment, and stability.
All to be bestowed through his touch.
The embodiment of sensuality between man and woman is…
But his touch didn’t feel like hers.
Her touch made me grow.
Her touch made me glow.
Her touch made me see.
Her touch made me speak,
in languages that surpassed the tip of my tongue.
Yes, his touch showed me that I existed,
but her touch made me feel ALIVE.
Written by Tamica Nicole © 2016
Photo Credit: Dalibor Balic