Status

Lightly Touched

She is the canvas

My fingers are the paint brush

The Love will tell

My touch

Her skin

She is

Lightly Touch

Sometimes the best poems are the ones that start at night. And are recited all morning…

Business Of Love… Priceless … Yet we spend trillions … Why?

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