Where touch is abscent, love is there

Contact with never being touched.
Something I never ubderstood until I was honestly loved.
I found reasoning in reaching without landing.
For when a woman loves its outstanding.
Close enough to feel her silent presense.
Opening to the unexplainable residence.
Carressing a flow felt by breath released.
Locked eyes that have found a way to please.
Lingering stealth love has filled the heart.
Without ever pressing body parts.
Fingertips as still as the nights moon.
Patiently drifting with the mood in the room.
In the way love sinks in to the soul.
I can feel her walking with her sexy stroll.
Never once grazing a quick tease.
She has me begging inside pretty please.
Physically left alone to calm the nerve.
Yet she's by my side as I see her faces curve.
In a moment at one without a genlte stroke.
That's how I know I love her as she glows.

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