She was touched - Poem
Lovers spend nights thinking about what to wear, what to say, where to go to make it a perfect set up for a lovely day with their beloved. But the fact is you don't want her to look at your suit but your eyes. When you talk you don't always want her to listen but to get lost in your voice. You don't necessarily want her to admire the place you go to, but being with you should make that place heavenly for her. She should feel your presence when she's with you. Your presence should linger around in her cryptic imagination when she's without you. One of the most underestimated and least prepared superpower that holds the key is touch. By touch I mean touch, not grasping, not holding, just touching. Gentle, tender, little ticklish one would do nicely. It's like the lighter your touch is the more exciting it is for her. I don't understand people being softer on their phones than their girls. Even when you hold her hand, your fingers should be gentle, moving slowly and calmly. It keeps her senses awake and attention on you and not on what's coming up and where you are going. Remember a high five would never give her goosebumps a very light handshake might. Replace "he" with "she" and "her" with "him" and this thing holds equally good.