Touch of Destini
This is what bald heads were created for,
Positioned, with comfort, between her chest,
Allowing my mind and spirit to rest,
As her first touch makes me demand one more.
Her fingers take an inquisitive tour.
I give directions, as she starts her quest
From north to south, and then from east to west,
Making me wonder what else is in store.
Through touch, I sense that her feelings are true,
So I lean on this notion like a crutch.
She continues to make me feel brand new,
And this is appreciated so much.
Because she knows exactly what to do,
She wins me over again with her touch.
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