This touch- with a simple, yet graceful, small but significant, complex and intricate feel.
Oh- this touch takes shape and form in various ways- - her eyes - to and from- she'd get a hit marker here and there h e a d s h o t and still had time to take out the handgun for some overkill-
no mercy -YET-
while he on the other hand patiently waits. . . She hid towards the sideline
wave once more-
Gripped hands as I wrapped my vocal chords to reach every inch of everyone of hersensory nerve endings -then suddenly reacts to' "Hey! might just be me- but why do you keep tucking yourself away?" "Reaching-for-something" - she says . . (corny hand quotation gesture) - for this touch was dawning- yet it had already claimed its place without any physical* force'Mmore like grace -
streams* by - with a side stroke of a shoulder- all it took was leaning to one side - and i'm reminded I am certain I could feel.