Touch
Posted on Nov 28th, 2008
by
Dee
Melting in the palm of your hands
Tingling finger tips
Working your hands down my back, pressing and releasing,
each breath,
with the motion of your hands, and your heartbeat,
pulling the strings of my soul, dancing.
We are one, we declared.
Brushing my fingers down your back, I whispered.. I believe.
So thankful for your love, soul, and touch.

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