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Without even laying a hand upon my

longing flesh,

   He touches me-

With his soul-searching eyes,

   He penetrates,

deeply, fully,

into the depths of my soul.

With a simple smile,

aimed my way

across a room,

His lips trail a blazing path

from right upon my lips...

     all the way,

     ...to there.

And when he does-

    Touch me-

He touches me

Like I've never been touched.

    Loves me-

Like I've never been loved.

            And I'll never be the same.