The way you touch me is just the beginning of a symphony, a rare orchestra of jazz infinity touching me
The way you touch me is like the sun caressing me as I bath in the beauty there of you touching me
The way you touch me is like honey to a bee, flowers in the wake of spring, my blossoms touching thee
The way you touch me I wonder in awe at it all, the manor in which your hands reach to touch only me
The way you touch me with your eyes seeing all I cannot hide, oh how you touch me, deep you touch me
The way you touch me is like a melody of whispers hushed in my ear, sweet savor upon my skin drenched
The way you touch me is like the wind blowing through my hair, I feel you though you are not here, touching me.
You touch me like no other, like rain on a hot august day, like the fine wine and rose' the smell of lavender and peonies.
You touch me in ways that matter, I walk in grace because I want you to touch me, my days are full of dreams of you touching me.
You touch me I tremble, you touch me and I smile, you touch me and I begin to melt, with such ease you have me, touching you.
The way you touch me, is a tale of two lovers in the dark meeting vicariously, but falling in love forever
The way you touch me is warm, tender, slow, easy, never forsaking my heart, the way you touch me