If We Touched Poem by Kenndrick Hunter

if you asked me to hold you, i wouldn't faulter with the slightest of hesitation to bring you into the embrace capable of challenging the mighty coils of the anaconda, in these moments your burdens, griefs, and pain will be reformed into relief, happiness and pleasure, your clothes are just a mere barrier between myself and the perfection of the human anatomy, as i tear away the linens masking your voloxuous curves, revealed to me are your supple breast, ample thighs, and endless legs, the most i can do is gaze at this perfectly assembled woman barely able to utter the words wow, and as our bodies come together and our souls begin an intertwining dance of love, i awaken from this dream and realize that this is only if we touched