A feel of touch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A feel of touch

Submitted: August 04, 2015

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Can you tell me why? Why does your touch feel so good, the hands fit as a puzzled designed with magical power? Young foolish love that would keep you parked outside my house, awaiting my departure from home. Fine, yes you are fine but a fine that may lead to so many problems. You came to my rescue feeding me with the precious word of my Father. Who are you? Did we meet before? Why is my heart pounding with fear? Love that rolls your stomach, move away, doesn’t touch, a shake of the hands may lead to more. They all want you, to possess your love but your heart desire is me.

Your wife you claim I am, laughter cannot contain the blush that one feels with you. Babushka, stop calling me that. Your babushka you call me, an unusual way of love, two years later, I would find myself as your wife. Loving every caress of your body, the kiss with a scoop of chocolate with all the filling a lady can take. Trouble would find itself at my door, was there a warning sign I missed. My father said to wait to let him fix it, hesitation with a sprint that would lead me to the spirit of America as the garden whales. As I returned to my Father, after so many years of estrangement, it feels so good to be home with my knees to the ground and my hands clutching to your word. Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to those whose love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.

A miracle has occurred, a wondrous work of art and a blessing of restoration that leaves one speechless. Only He can perform such an act, those who call on Him are even afraid for their faith was as wavering as an ocean wave. The purity of your love is clean, your eyes embraces mine, your touch elevates me and your protection is as comfortable as cotton. You are my flesh, the other part of me that my Father has design to complete His purpose. If I had to design you myself, I would have not made you so form fitting to my every need.


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