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What a difference a touch can make                                                             ­     make  a man feel loved or a heart break                                                            ­   It  can  shatter dreams, destroy a life                                                  can  bind  a couple as man and wife                                                             ­ Can  soothe  a child, put him to sleep                                                       with  a handshake, a promise to keep                                                            with  a caress ,it can be welcoming                                                        A  touch  can mean  so many things                                                          It  can cause  a pulse to race                                                             ­ or  can  feel  as good as a warm embrace                                                          ­       It  can  speak  words when none are said                                                             ­                                          leave  a  lasting impression at best
Zywa Aug 19
His caress gently

lays me in a mellow bowl --


of purring pleasure.
"Diary 1970-1971" (2011, Frida Vogels) - May 7th, 1970, Bologna ('faire minette')

Collection "Trench Walking"
Let me do to you what has been done:

Love to heart
Day to night
Light to darkness
Rain to earth

Bees to flower
Water to fish
Books to mind
Oxygen to lung

Beauty to eyes
Kindness to people
Fire to surroundings
Moon to night sky

Medicine to pain
Poetry to soul
Flute to ears
Spring to the tree


Hussein Dekmak
Zywa May 6
Just for a moment

you caress my face, and yet --


it lasts a long time.
Novel "Luister" ("Listen", 2023, Sacha Bronwasser), part III, Flo and M. 1987-1989

Collection "Glimpsed"
Grey Apr 2021
Your tender words caress my face
and seep into my skin.
Soft soliloquies, quiet rhymes, rhythmic patterns,
they swirl in my mind
and are painted behind my eyelids while I sleep
or as I think of you and smile.
The whisper of your fingertips
reminds me of the brush of your pen
and the tumultuous emotion from each word
brought forth from your mind.
Your poems of love impart a sweet nostalgic ache
for the passion I'd never felt
until your words flooded my thoughts
and allowed deeply seeded flowers to grow into a full bloom.

And I think
maybe it is not you I fell for,
but the sweet, sweet, song you sing.
Started 2/26/2021, finished 4/1/2021
I like the last verse but I don't know how I feel about the rest.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
Imagine, I am sitting
at the piano.
Imagine, you come to sit
beside me-to join me.
And while I am playing,  out of the corner
of my eye, I see the twinkle
in yours. The longing in your eyes,
because I caress the keys of the piano
so softly, and you hope, that
I might, one day, do the same
to
you.
But I am no more than a simple musician.
So imagine this, I can play the piano,
but    I could
          make you
                    sing.
This poem was written in 2016.
Hussein Dekmak Feb 2021
A better day:
Is feeling healthy,
A positive thought,
A kind word,
A charitable deed,
A friendly chat,
Sharing laughter,
Caressing a broken heart,
Acquiring knowledge,
Inspiring others,
Celebrating nature’s beauty,
And being touched by God's call to love!

Hussein Dekmak
Edited 2
Elkhan Asgar Jan 2021
– Ata, üzümə bax gör nə çıxıb,
Atası öpdü onun üzündən.
– Atacan, gözüm şişibdir, bir bax.
Atası öpdü onun gözündən.
– Ata, yandırır günəş üzümü,
Kəsdi atası günün önünü.
– Ata, arılar incitməz məni?
– İncitməz, qızım, onlar kimsəni.
– Yağış yağanda saçım islanmaz?
– Papaq geyərsən, heç bir şey olmaz.
– Atacan, evə çox gec gəlməzsən?
– Getmərəm işə, əgər istəsən.
– Yoruldum yaman, dincələk bəlkə?
– Çox yoruldunsa, gəl gedək evə.
– Gec yatsam bu gün, küsməzsən məndən?
– Mən yox, amma ay inciyər səndən.
– Nə vaxt gedəcəm məktəbə, ata?
– Az qalıb, qızım, həmin o vaxta.
Qızcığaz bir an dayanıb durmur.
Sual verməkdən zərrə yorulmur.
Atanı güdür, gözdən qoymur heç.
Baxır üzünə, qımışır bic-bic.
Sual üstünə sual yağdırır.
Nədir səbəbi bəs bu marağın?!
Dəcəldir yaman, gəzir, axtarır.
O öz gündəlik nəvaziş payın.
avenjoe Nov 2020
It was one of those nights we had
Right when you turned out the lights
You got me struck down
Tickling me as if there's no tomorrow

It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last
You really got me satisfied
You were stroking all over my body
Sent me to another level of enjoyment

Seems like a touch
Touch too much
You know it's much too much
Girl, you know you're giving me much too much!

Girl, you know that you got face of an angel
You smiled with sin
She wanted it real hard, wanted it fast
A lil ***** touch might ease me

Touch me like you had a velvet glove
Lay me down and touch
This kind of woman's gonna drive me insane
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
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