The Passion of Your Touch - Poem
I’m starved for your embrace
A tender touch
To steal my breath
And make my heart to race
I long for your tenderness
To feel the sweetness of your breath
That raises the hair upon my neck
And makes my lungs gasp – in spasms of delight
Only your touch will ignite the flame within me
Please don’t let this fire die
I’m reaching out to you
Won’t you reach out to me too?
And, at the very least,
Let our fingers touch.
Warm eyes, Tender look
Teasing smile, Gentle touch
Skin tingles, Short of breath
Light headed dizziness.
Soft lips, Long kiss
Romantic dance, Inviting glance
Exploring hands, beating hearts
Bodies gleaming, beads of sweat
Mind is flying, Paralyzing.
Heavy breathing, Chests are heaving
Hearts slowing, Bodies glowing
Soothing touch, Deep sighs
Heavy eyes, Peaceful Sleep
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