Touch
Golden Feather Poetry
Touch
Not allowed to touch
touch him
touch his hair
his beautiful eyes
that nose
and above all...
his lips
those soft and warm lips
tasting like they were sugar coated
as cotton candy
addiciting
warm
those lips that could make me
flutter
melt
love
Yet I'm not allowed
to touch him
to touch anything
he's not in my reach
he isn't for me
I'm not allowed to touch
touch what I would like to feel
touch what I would want to love
for real
feel it on my fingertips
feel it move, breath and love
but
not allowed
to touch
what isn't meant for me
I can only imagine
dream
hope
those touches
to love
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