With just a touch I make you smile,
And pleasure overwhelms your face.
Beneath my hand I feel your warmth,
A rival for the fireplace.
With just a touch I feel your heart.
It’s pounding quickens when I’m near.
I wonder as I hold you close,
Is it excitement, or just fear?
With just a touch along your cheek,
A gentle kiss upon your lips,
My passion flows within you as
You stir beneath my fingertips.
With just a touch I reach your soul,
A place where none has ever been.
I sit in awe of what I’ll find.
With just a touch, you let me in.
Jan. 6, 1990
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