The Love-Romancer Part 3 (Touch) Poem by Rowdy Solomon

Our fingers intertwined like the hairs upon her head
All tangled and confusing yet so simple
I could sleep on her hands, as they were
Like pillows to my face
The way she caressed my forearm
Sent a tingle down my spine and
A chill up my legs
I felt like a snake shedding skin
Every part of me she grazed or massaged or rubbed
Or even breathed upon....
Became new to me though it looked the same
Her fingers acted as her lips
Kissing my skin and replenishing tone
And volume to it with the evident
Cocoa Butter she covered herself in this morning
At her fingertips
Any contact with her stimulates my thought process
And consumes my conscious
Tickle my fancy sweetheart
I need to smile...