Touch
I yearn less for you to touch my skin,
and more for you to touch my heart.
Because I must admit,
it was your soul that drew me in.
And while I wouldn’t mind,
being wrapped up in your arms.
Perhaps I could be wrapped up in your heart.
I yearn less for you to touch my skin,
and more for you to touch my heart.
Because I must admit,
it was your soul that drew me in.
And while I wouldn’t mind,
being wrapped up in your arms.
Perhaps I could be wrapped up in your heart.
Beautiful ?
<Deleted User> (18474)
Sat 9th Dec 2017 22:13
Really resonated with me this poem. Thank you. Beno.
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses only functional cookies that are essential to the operation of the site. We do not use cookies related to advertising or tracking. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 11th Dec 2017 20:10
A lovely thought well expressed.