I remember a year ago
when an attractive woman
grabbed my arm gently
while passing by me.
It wasn’t a romantic thing;
she had no intentions,
and I acted unaffected.
But oh what a feeling,
sent my senses reeling.
I hadn’t felt a woman’s
gentle touch in years
and had forgotten
about the power in
a woman’s touch
that a man
finds attractive.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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