In His Touch Poem by mercy jacobs

I BASK IN AMBIENCE, MERELY REMEMBERING HIS TOUCH, I LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY I WILL OPEN MY DOOR AND SEE HIM STANDING IN THE FRONT POUCH, JUST SMILLING AT ME, GIVING THOSE AMILES THAT SET MY INSIDE TREMBLING.
NO ONE CAN DO THAT TO ME, ITS ONLY HIM, HIM ALONE, ALWAYS TAKING CONTROL, ALWAYS THE MAN.
AS I HUG HIM I FEEL IT RUN THROUGH MY SPINE, RUNNING DEEP INSIDE MY BEING, MAKING ME WEAK.
BUT IN ALL THIS, I KNOW HE IS MY MAN, ALWAYS WAITING.