TOUCH

If pain can be denied by a caress
If hurt can be eased by a touch
Then caress me with tenderness
Touch me with passion

Feelings are what my world is made of
Emotions are my adornments,
both new and old
Love, my companion, who will not be denied

Do you close your doors to my heart?
...barricade your walls, shore up your defences?
Then I will knock till you cannot ignore
My call is of old, it's love, for sure

You cannot run where I will not go
For my passion is strong
My love will endure
And I will touch you and touch you

And I will not stop till you know
My touch is the prelude to yours
My kiss begins where yours will go on
And my body will mould to your very own.

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