The Touch
It was a simple little touch.
How could it mean so much?
No words were shared, no souls were bared,
Just one momentous touch.
My heart was routed from its beat--
Soul encased in passion's heat.
I closed my eyes, I stopped the sigh,
That touch was oh so sweet.
The pleasure burned in memory
Ever shall and always be
A prize to hide and hold inside--
The touch you gave to me.

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