Your Touch

Your touch is like an invitation home
Familiar in its warmth and tenderness
But he’s a fool who ever chose to roam
I’d never leave, nor ever touch you less
Your touch is like a magic symphony
Accompanied by pure angelic song
The deaf will never know the misery
I’ve felt without your music for so long
Your touch, my love, is pure consuming fire
Its passion leaps like flames of burning need
How cold a stone to not feel that desire
I burn so easily and with such speed
Once touched by you I’ve never felt so much
Both flesh and soul forever know your touch

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