Love poem for no one in particular

 

Let me touch you with my words,

for my hands lie limp as empty gloves...

Let my words stroke your hair,

slide down your back and tickle your belly;

for my hands light and free flying as bricks

ignore my wishes and sttubornly refuse to carry out my quietes desires..

Let my words enter your mind bearig torches

admit them willingly into your being

so they may caress you gently within....  


What happens when people become attached to each other??
You can leave it as love and attraction or you can make things complicated.......