Don't touch me if you don't mean it. Don't tell me you love me if it's not from your heart.

by Joyce Adedayo Adams on Wednesday, October 20, 2010 at 6:00am

I am a woman. I respond to touch. I was fashioned in a special way
My core is a soft rib and my casing the soft red earth
My whole being is soft to touch, feel and behold
When you touch me, I respond to your touch
But when you lie to me and touch me, my body betrays me and responds anyway
Because I am a woman and I respond to touch

I am a product of touch. I am a product of the love between a man and a woman
My father touched my mother’s cheek
Kissed her and told her she was the fairest of them all
There I was bred in the fading moonlight
With a lone star shining at it’s brightest for my coming
I am a woman and I respond to touch

As a baby, I nestled and nursed from the loving arms of my mother
As a child, I discovered heaven is the soft cuddle of my mother’s arms
As a girl, I blushed at the tingling feelings from my toes
My first kiss, my first love, my slow painful walk to adulthood
As a young woman, I learned finally
To know when a touch is really a touch
Because I am a woman and I respond to touch

So, don’t touch me if you don’t mean it, don’t tell me you love me if it’s not from your heart
I will not die if you don’t touch me
But your touch of lies will be a stab to my fragile heart
Just be kind and step aside and watch the sun smile on me
Just be kind and take a step back and watch real love come my way
Do be kind and stay your hand, because I am ready to blossom like a daffodil on a bright sunny day
A touch is coming my way, like I have never felt before
A touch just for me, made for me
Because I am a woman and I respond to touch

By: Joyce Adedayo (2010)