Touch me in the morning.
And then again at noon!
Put your hands upon me..
Neath the Harvest Moon.
Fingers long and slender..
Veins that leave me weak..
Trace the happy teardrops
That rest upon my cheek.

Hands that rock with music..
Or calm a frightened child..
Hands both strong and tender...
Hands both meek and wild.....
Downy forearms clutching
Or reaching for the sky...
Fingers softly resting
Upon a naked thigh.

Touch me in the morning.
Hands I always see...
When I wake at dawning,
Your hands reach out to me.

Sandi would like to thank ...
Diana Ross for the idea and Clayton and Wendy for the inspiration...
And now she needs a nap!!

Posted by: Wendy in FL