Touches

Come and sit by me,
rest your arm against mine.
Don't move it, please...
It feels so sublime.

Once, twice,
make me think.
That maybe we could
share a link.

Now it's my shoulder,
making me shudder,
but pleasantly,
my heart all aflutter.

Touch my heart,
touch my soul,
touch me please,
and make me whole.

So many touches
yet to be.
I want to share them
between you and me.

A hug if I'm sad.
A mischievous tickle,
If delivered just right,
I'll do more than giggle.

A hand on my back,
shows concern if I'm sick.
An embrace when I'm crying
would do just the trick.

We've shared a few touches,
but I want much more.
Don't leave me, my darling,
You've touched me to the core.

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