Just one touch.
Is it too much to ask
for just one touch?
A brush of skin
the feel of silky strands
sliding through fingertips,
the breath of air
before lips feather caress.
Denied what is rightfully ours
agony so sweet
pain becomes pleasure
unending as time itself.
To ease the fire in our veins
all I ask for is
just one touch.
– Marc & Emma

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