Touching TouchingSometimes I am aware...

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Sometimes I am aware of the texture of my touch
The feeling of my fingertips as they explore so much
From smooth to rough, warm and cold
The soft that caresses, the blankets to hold
Then slowly I allow the rest to feel
My legs, my arms, my back all reel
My thoughts become blank with sensations all there
As my body experiences it everywhere
It's an adventure of texture, a story of sense
From wet little drops to a place more intense
Imagine a shower, aware of each stream
The water inside providing a dream
Of sensation to have, to hold and to keep
As I let myself sink in those feelings so deep
These moments take all that had bothered before
And leaves only melting impressions and more