Touch My Gift

Tye Martin
He slowly ran his fingers in between each and every letter,
Gently caressing, then tasting every word.
Submerging his mind body and spirit within each sentence,
Embracing it's end.
Stroking each paragraph into a seductive state with his eyes,
Fertilizing her pages with his mind,
Her story is born.

Published by Tye Martin

I am whatever I am called to be at whatever given time, for I am the representative of my creator.  View profile

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  • K. Jai Estes1/19/2008

    Beautiful and thought provoking!

  • Harry Gunawan1/17/2008

    Very seducing metaphor about a story character's origin. Lovely poem!

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA1/17/2008

    very nice work.

  • Louie Jerome1/17/2008

    Lovely words.

  • Jacob Taylor1/16/2008

    Wow!! I am cautiously enjoying this new path of expressing your sensual side, as personified by erotic language. Interestingly Great!

  • Dr. Jamie Y. Marable1/16/2008

    I like! Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.

  • A.M. Morgan1/14/2008

    Absolutely breath taking. Well written thanks for sharing.

  • Kady and Tony Burney1/13/2008

    WOW! Verrrry nice!!!!! Tye, I love your works of art!!!!

  • Lisa Renee.1/12/2008

    Lovely beautiful poem!

  • ALBAN MEHLING1/12/2008

    Thought provoking. Thank You fer sharin'. Mizpah. ;-}}>

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