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.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 11th Dec 2017 20:10
A lovely thought well expressed.