With tender fingers I caressed your hand across a table And felt strangely shy ...unable to speak out the emotion that shone so brightly in my eyes and turned my lips to playful smiles. The promise was there but remained unspoken I 'spoke' it quietly with soft kisses and the gentle pressure of my fingertips The language of touch expressed my love in ways no words ever could....
This is absoulutely lovely. I love the intimacy and feel of passion when gazing across the table at the one I love, knowing the language of touch will take us over and carry us through the night. Beautiful!
~Butch
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on February 28, 2007
Lovely and tenderly honest. Enjoyed very much.
yours,
simon
Yes, words do have limitations, especially when it comes to intimacy. The greatest joys and the darkest pain is often too hard to express with language. I liked this.
honest and passionate ... wonderful poem, Chanti ...
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 27, 2007
The language of touch
never thought of it thaat way..
Enjoyed immensely...
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on February 27, 2007
Ahhh, yes, Chanti!
Such a potently moving experience...even in a single touch of hands...when one is so deeply in love.
Beautifully written!
I wish you and Edwin much happiness.
Be sure and check out my latest posted poem. It is for my chicken
lady friend in Africa.
Mmmm Snuggles, A magical night...Dinner at that Portugese restaurant...the bottle of Vino Verde and ...Mmmmm...;) So many great memories and so many more in the making. I love your touch.
Ooooooooooo... love the touchy-feeliness of this, Chanti... and touch can be so elusive, too... super-sensorial at these times, with the smile of the eyes and the fire in the fingertips even as they toy with the tablecloth or stem of the glass. No wonder your candlestick silhouette is wonky!! :)) Love it... a memory to be replayed every day of the week... TY Kate xx
Gorgeous, Chanti, delicate, beautiful touch in verse!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Linda Wells (Reader)
Reviewed on February 26, 2007
It starts with a tender touch, a smile on playful lips, soft kisses, we can say multitudes of words with our eyes and expressions, we can tame the most feared animal without words......MAN!
Beautiful write Chanti, as usual. Have missed you, my dear
Blessings & Peace,
Linda Wells
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on February 26, 2007
Very passionate write,loved the language of touch,Excellent expressions,
This passionate poem is beautiful but more then that it is so real. The simplest of touch can be as sensual as making love, a glimplse of a breast can be as stimulating at times as seeing the whole body naked, a faint whiff of French perfume can be more enticing than someone dosed in Cahnnel...
Beautiful and up close personal write Chanti, I have missed your wonderful work and you.
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M.C
~Butch
yours,
simon
Brett
never thought of it thaat way..
Enjoyed immensely...
Such a potently moving experience...even in a single touch of hands...when one is so deeply in love.
Beautifully written!
I wish you and Edwin much happiness.
Be sure and check out my latest posted poem. It is for my chicken
lady friend in Africa.
Hugs,
Tami
Cuddles
Your poem speaks for itself.
Good poem too...
Carole~
Regis
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Beautiful write Chanti, as usual. Have missed you, my dear
Blessings & Peace,
Linda Wells
Michael
nice work.....Art Sun...
Rusty
Enjoyed this poem!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Beautiful and up close personal write Chanti, I have missed your wonderful work and you.
Fee
Thanks
Stan