A Woman's Touch
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:30 am
A Woman’s TouchSun bakin’ the dust on my back and armsI rolled back the rocks and rasied the barnFenced off the fields for this country farmLaid ev’ry block in this tough old houseBut when I smelled her fresh rhubarb pieSaw her red hair aflame with the morning lightI knew what I’d built fin’lly felt rightCos wood and brick just ain’t a home withoutA woman’s touch to make it come aliveHer sure and gentle hand to help it shineLike the warmth of the sun makes a Spring rose blushEv’ry house feels like home with a woman’s touchI cracked four ribs ridin’ junior motocrossHunted mountain lion on my daddy’s hosshad scars ‘neath my hat from its razor clawsEv’ry mark was a rough boy’s brandBut the night her fingers floated ‘cross my skinThe softer she kissed me the deeper I felt her withinWith a silky whisper she let me know whenAnd this rowdy guy became a manWith a woman’s touch she made me feel aliveHer sure and gentle hand helped me to shineLike the warmth of the sun makes a Spring rose blushEv’ry man learns to live with a woman’s touchYeah, with a woman’s touch she makes me feel aliveHer sure and gentle hand helps me to shineLike the warmth of the sun makes a Spring rose blushEv’ry man learns to love with a woman’s touch©2007 Robert George