Her eyes are always intense
The smile she carries proudly
Never knowing what she is thinking
Is it me on her mind...
As I walk past her she glances
Doesn't say a word
Her actions are her words
Her hand touches my lips
Oh, how I wanted her kiss
Instead I recieved
A lingering touch
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|Reviewed by Portia Burton
|I dunno, but these re my exact feelings about my BFF Sandra but I'm afraid to express openly lest it may hurt our friendship. I suspect she too has a 'thing' for me but she too doesn't express. Am I a 'Les'? OMG! However, I luv your poems!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|perhaps a lingering touch can be filled with more passion than a kiss!|
|Reviewed by Christine Volkoff
|Wow!! Wonderful! What a great poem...romantic indeed, powerful, and lingering...:)|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Lovely writing, Deborah! So tender and romantic....
|Reviewed by Marguerite Lemoine
|WOW; wHY YES,Toching is a good and pleasant feeling. As I visited the sick, in the hospital, or whereever, I always gave them a healing touch. Touch is healing, especially from a good person. It says a lot just as a kiss or a hug. Experience deeply a hug,or kiss, same thing. It is a feeling of warmth, of friendship and even love.|