Fingertip-sation!

I remember that night,

when you washed my hair.

As I melted in the heat,

that your hands did share.

The massage was so wonderful,

your hands were a gift.

You relaxed me completely,

I was tempted to drift.

I received so much pleasure,

from your wonderful fingers.

My skin still tingles,

for the memory does linger.

Now, every time that I wash my hair,

I’ll remember that night,

when your hands were there…

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Sun Rays

Sun rays, like liquid gold,

pour generously over winter-beaten skin.

A welcome feeling ~ a long time coming.

Like slow streams of hot honey pouring,

it melts away any thoughts laced with gloom and gray.

Delightful in all its radiance, is the sun.

So large you can almost touch it,

yet, so far away, almost a figment of a very vivid imagination.

But real, for its heat easily radiates,

through skin that has been craving its burn.

A searing reminder of its magnificence,

igniting souls from within ~ as only the sun can do.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall