Touch is all

Words alone leave feelings unexpressed
When love is real and live, then touch is best.
My silk-light fingers to your mind connect,
The subtle language of receptiveness
Then racing through you spur the quickening heart
And deep within, the love-rich stirrings start.

Merging senses: smell is taste and sound is sight
Touch is all, skin to knowing skin and sweet delight.
And clever touch tells all of love,
Expressing thoughts, touch, feather-light is delicate.
So later then, mementoes of expressive touch shall be
Perpetual, abiding in the memory.