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By nature, I’m tactual.
Hands on touchy.
I love the feel of silk on skin.
The softness of fur.
The coolness of glass.
When I come across objects of desire
I’m compelled to touch.
To run my hands over them.
Experience their texture.
Feel their warmth.
For me touching is understanding.
If you are my object of desire,
I will touch you,
It’s my nature.
Day by day I think about this..
Maybe I can accept this..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Let happens will be happened..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Feel what it needs to be done..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Let the time comes up..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Because you never come..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Let happens will happened..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Feel that sensation..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Because you didn't care..

Maybe..
I just need close my eyes..
Let happens will happened..
I just need close my eyes and feel it
 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
Paulina
Falling in love with a poet  
is wanting to consume their words as sustenance
it’s wanting to swallow each letter for nourishment
it’s seeing yourself reflected in their stanzas
and making love to an iambic tempo
It’s falling in love with words
A storm is coming, I hope it's ready for me.
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