Mistaken IdentityI gaze upon a warped faceAs my fingers attempt to traceThe pattern of this awkward figure.Their appearance does not mirrorThe first thought I hadOf a beautiful mind.And so I become unkind,Turning away slyly,I smile wrylyAt my failure to have correctly perceivedThat false figure my mind first conceived.
ContactFeel her. Be felt. Caress her. Be caressed.Kiss her. Be kissed. Embrace her. Be embraced.Relish the connection,Two souls mirrored; a reflection.Breathless, hold on.Hold her. Be held. Touch her. Be touched.Smile at her. Be smiled at. Gaze at her. Be gazed at.Eyes bright and shining,Comfortable, together there you're lying.These are the moments.Crave her touch. Let the feeling take over.Like an addiction, it will overwhelm you. But slowly. Slowly...Let soft fingers feel their way;Let the emotion bury you and become enthralled.It will surround you...Drop into it, and just feel.