by Andrea Tadpole
He always touches me
Always
And when he does
It draws me in
Like a moth
To the full moon light
He always touches me
Tenderly
Sweetly
As if to say
You're my woman
All mine
He always touches me
And his sparks
Ignite my hidden passion
Into a raging fire
Of sensuality
And desire
He always touches me
And reminds me
I belong to this man
Who loves me
Safe and warm
In his arms
Forever more
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