Just A Touch

Just a touch,
a warm caress
can cure me of this loneliness.

affection
used to come my way
when I was young,
back in the day;
it's somehow vanished,
slipped my grasp,
those nights when I
made some girl gasp
with tender kisses head-to-toe and
fingers teasing tummy, then...

dejection
now is what I feel,
imagination's
just not real,
no substitute
for eyes and sighs
an hour's rapture,
long goodbyes
with tender kisses head-to-toe and
maybe, someday?
love
again.
SlyOldFox SlyOldFox
51-55, M
Jan 24, 2013