You touch me with your hands
Gentle and soft yet the maleness holds firm
Your strokes calms my raging rivers
My womanhood I reaffirm 
and still
You touch me with your spirit
Unseen not unfelt there is never any malice
Yet in the dark ethers of the night
My desire is to feel you and your hot pulsating phallus
Simply
You touch me with your heart
Your truth and sincerity are what I love most
like the warmth  of a Mother's love
Your intentions never morose