Sacred Touch

Bliss is in your touch,

The feat to heal.

Antiquated is the bond of ours,

In your every touch I feel.

Your pokes… Your pulls…

Your caresses of love

Your every touch I know.

But when I face you

Crimson and blushed I go

Naiveness I show.

I wonder…

How do I tell you,

How much life you blow

With your caring warmth for me.

Do keep me embraced

Lavished with your touches sacred

Which cures me from anguish.

Distance from you kills me;

I don’t even wish to walk

With my hands empty.

Come… Come back to me…

And I will listen all that you say

Your iterative talks

I will let you spray.

But come back soon

Now no more delay.

I am waiting for your train to arrive,

Whilst my senses tingling for your warmth,

For your touches; Sacred that they are…