California
Bill Clark
A WOMAN’S TOUCH!
After years of wrongful incarceration for crimes I did not commit, and after years of being around men only, my entire being aches to feel the warm, gentle reassuring touch of a woman. But I’M not just talking about the physical. I’m also yearning to feel the mental, emotional and spiritual touch of a woman, in many respects, touching my heart, my mind and my spirits offers more and greater benefits than touching my body.
Honestly, when I was in the free world, I took the touch of a woman for granted. But after years of being locked in a cage, where my only contact with women is a cold, clinical, impersonal moment with a female guard or staff member, it has become exceedingly obvious that a woman’s touch is the greatest blessing a man can ever receive – one I will never take for granted again.
The long, lonely ordeal I’ve endured the past 16 years has forced me to realize how vital and precious the touch of a woman can be. If you are a woman of any age, race, size or shape, if you understand, relate to and appreciate my intense need to have a woman touch my life, please write to me now?! All letters will be answered and sending a photo will be a plus.
From a man who appreciates a woman’s touch
Bill Clark
Bill Clark K- 80703
2 EY- 38
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
U.S.A.
Writings by Bill Clark
BETWEEN THE LINES
When I read between the lines…
I see your fears, worries and insecurities.
When I read between the lines…
I see the tears you’ve shed over people who
Have hurt and misunderstood you.
When I read between the lines…
I see a void that has left you wanting,
Needing and yearning for something better.
When I read between the lines…
I see the wall you’ve built around your heart for protection.
When I read between the lines…
I see a mind that’s weary from trying to answer
So many unanswerable questions.
When I read between the lines…
I see the loneliness, frustration and anxiety that imprisons you.
When I read between the lines…
I pause…and imagine how wonderful it would be
If you would just let me in.
More writings by Bill Clark
Sister of Bill Clark
Patricia Lewis-Clark
803 ½ Ashville Highway
Spartanburg, South Carolina 29303
Patricia_lewis@bellsouth.net
© 2003
Last update: September 2009
Bill Clark
A WOMAN’S TOUCH!
After years of wrongful incarceration for crimes I did not commit, and after years of being around men only, my entire being aches to feel the warm, gentle reassuring touch of a woman. But I’M not just talking about the physical. I’m also yearning to feel the mental, emotional and spiritual touch of a woman, in many respects, touching my heart, my mind and my spirits offers more and greater benefits than touching my body.
Honestly, when I was in the free world, I took the touch of a woman for granted. But after years of being locked in a cage, where my only contact with women is a cold, clinical, impersonal moment with a female guard or staff member, it has become exceedingly obvious that a woman’s touch is the greatest blessing a man can ever receive – one I will never take for granted again.
The long, lonely ordeal I’ve endured the past 16 years has forced me to realize how vital and precious the touch of a woman can be. If you are a woman of any age, race, size or shape, if you understand, relate to and appreciate my intense need to have a woman touch my life, please write to me now?! All letters will be answered and sending a photo will be a plus.
From a man who appreciates a woman’s touch
Bill Clark
Bill Clark K- 80703
2 EY- 38
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
U.S.A.
Writings by Bill Clark
BETWEEN THE LINES
When I read between the lines…
I see your fears, worries and insecurities.
When I read between the lines…
I see the tears you’ve shed over people who
Have hurt and misunderstood you.
When I read between the lines…
I see a void that has left you wanting,
Needing and yearning for something better.
When I read between the lines…
I see the wall you’ve built around your heart for protection.
When I read between the lines…
I see a mind that’s weary from trying to answer
So many unanswerable questions.
When I read between the lines…
I see the loneliness, frustration and anxiety that imprisons you.
When I read between the lines…
I pause…and imagine how wonderful it would be
If you would just let me in.
More writings by Bill Clark
Sister of Bill Clark
Patricia Lewis-Clark
803 ½ Ashville Highway
Spartanburg, South Carolina 29303
Patricia_lewis@bellsouth.net
© 2003
Last update: September 2009