The Tasadays <br />(remants of a Stone Age culture) <br /> <br />recently discovered in the Philippines <br /> <br />have no words <br />for war, hate or weapons <br /> <br />but favour <br />the communicative power <br /> <br />of skin <br /> <br />indulging in constant <br />warm enfolding embraces <br /> <br />loving touches. <br /> <br />So, this Tuesday <br />let's be Tasadays <br /> <br />hark back <br />to Stone Age practice <br /> <br />and indulge in <br /> <br />the process of osmosis <br /> <br />soaking each other up <br /> <br />skin to skin. <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />Oh how I yearn for...hunger for this woman's skin...a touch mutating into a caresse...transforming into a kiss...a kiss becoming...! <br />We spend hours just holding each other...the skin of the other offering love comfort and security and sensuality. Ever since we met in Stratford and inadvertently our thighs touched when seated together...that one touch conveyed all that could be said for now and forever. In that one touch we had everything we needed to know about each other and the rest of our bodies just had to catch up!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-tasaday/
