Saturday, May 20, 2006

Touched

Your touch is intoxicating,
Your hand brushes against my face
And I want to melt into you.
Your breath on my cheek
Warms my skin,
Sets my senses reeling.

Fingers entwined,
A merging of souls.
This feeling lights up the world,
And I see everything anew.

The world seems so pure,
And darkness cannot touch it
As long as your touch is mine.

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