Poetry

                                                                  True Feelings


Soft skin to the touch

warm skin on my fingers

sandy blond hair almost to your shoulders

eyes so blue

like the bluest of skies

I love to stare into those eyes

see that warm smile

you don't care that I am older

to us age difference never mattered much

softer yet are the contours of your young body

as I trace them with my fingers

making love

not making hate

for all things this matters.

By MAC