When I was a little baby, a newborn
baby, my mother touched me.
Day after day doing my infant life, somebody touched me.
I still have a need to be touched.
My deeper needs that cannot be reached with words or things are satisfied with a touch.
My highest moments of gratification spring forth when I am touched.
I am no untouchable.
I am a touchable.
I like to touch and be touched.
I will touch and be touched. Give me a hug.
Now, let me stroke you.
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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