His Touch is like…
a chocolate bar
melting in your hands.
His Touch is like…
ice cream in the sun
on a hot summer day.
His Touch is like…
fresh winter snow
falling on the cold ground.
His Touch is like…
being able to fly away
feeling free, free, free.
His Touch is like…
your ultimate fantasy dream.
His Touch is like…
your first kiss
with your crush.
But at the end,
all these things
still don’t explain,
“His Touch.”
by Jacqueist Bond
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this poem describes my feonacee in every way. his touch makes me feel like when everything else is going wrong that he is there to help me get thorough it. he is by my side all the time. he hurts when he has to be far away from me. right now he and i are sitting togeather. he will be leaving for irqa soon. i will miss him when he does.