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