🪄Touch

🪄Touch

In the quiet hush of twilight's kiss, 

A tender tale begins, our hearts amiss.

In the language only you & I know,

 I'll weave a poem called 'Touch' to show.

Soft as petals, a gentle caress, 

Your fingertips, a sweet bliss.

On skin like poetry, your fingers trace, 

A sonnet written in Yunvia's embrace.

My fingers that dance on every part of your skin, 

Painting a masterpiece, where love begins.

My touch, a whisper on your soul,

Completes the fragments to make you whole.

Fingers entwined, a silent prayer, 

Our bodies, under car roof, love painted there.

Electric sparks in each tender graze, 

Ignite the passion that forever stays.

Our touch, a rhythm, a sacred rhyme, 

A melody transcending space and time.

A dance of souls, in tender connection, 

A love that defies all introspection.

In every verse of our tactile song, 

Eternal echoes of where we belong.

For in our touch, the universe spins, 

A love story that forever begins.