Tickle me love with a feather touch.
Touch me in hidden places and bring pleasure out in the open.
Touch me from a far and embrace me even closer.
Touch the sky and bring me back a cloud sample.
Touch me with soft kisses wet like rain drops.
Touch me with the Sun and make the rain stop.
This poem went left from right at the end so I didn’t copy any more. It is something copywriting your own work. My goal is to not edit for these throwbacks, just copy as I wrote it at that time. My writing has changed much since a decade ago as it should.