(poem) A Scratch

There’s something about being touched
Something nice and discrete
It swells your soul
And makes it charge to greet

A simple feel
Of fingers intertwined
Makes you realize
Your soul is in a bind

A bind of love
A bind of lust
All you know is
This sense you can trust

It will take you away
To that wonderful place
That poets dream of
Where sensuality is encased

Pain can be introduced
As it is part of that sense
But I do not like it as much
As it puts me on defense

But other like that sort of thing
And I absolutely never judge
For without a little scratch down the back
It would be hard to get my fiancé to budge

--Dan

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