Your Touch


With you, I feel alive
The pain numbs for a while
My hearts dances on your beats
While you turn me around with your steps
My head spins, I lose control
My nerves catch fire, you set me ablaze
I forget my sorrows, you remind me to love
The joy I feel, the pure ecstacy
You pull me to you, like a whirlpool
The world fades while I rest in your arms
Your touch teases me to no end
The way you feel when I hold you
My love for you wont die
Even if I hide it, even if I deny.

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72 thoughts on “Your Touch

      1. hhaah.. some one intruded our game..lol.. we need to play somewhere a lonely place πŸ™‚ hehe

      1. Yes, Even I dream a lot ..its day dream πŸ™‚ but still makes me very happy..Feeling the touch a beautiful girl on arms and moving the fingers around ..:) so nice feel

      2. See this poem in a way of fantasy … A fantasy of a person been lonely for too long. What other kind of love is there other than the superficial one ? Come on … Guess

      3. because each line is very erotic and hence I could not think of anything more than that πŸ™‚

      4. Yes, this is the in my blog history to read these many poems… mostly thanks you replied as soon as possible .. thats the reason why I continue to read πŸ™‚ I like to talk about the poem.. at some places I fall on the bed, put the head in the pillow and enjoy it sometimes πŸ™‚ hehe.. may be funny.. but I like the way i do πŸ™‚

      5. Yes, you are right.. You been writing for a long time? Keep writing… still I am landed in your blog only.. just reading some.. I don’;t find the category navigation πŸ™‚

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