Healing Sensually

Touch. Me. Here...Not there, nearest my equator, nor deep in my core.

But here in my heart, where feelings mean something, where love is everything...

where I first met pain.

Touch. Me. There...Caress the cracks, broken pieces, from a painful past.

Wet the hardest parts with your tears of compassion,

and mend those cracks back together like clay.

Poke. At my brain. Find the missing link to what protects a scorned woman from pain.

Expose my mental to a new way of thinking through your action....

Undress me and toooouuch..myyyy...soouuulll...