The Language of Touch

In every touch, a story’s told, A warmth that lingers, soft yet bold. Through skin, we speak without a sound, In tender moments, love is found. Fingers trace a quiet line, A simple brush, a wordless sign. Electric sparks beneath our skin, Where passion ends and hearts begin. In every breath, our bodies sway, A dance of love that leads the way. No need for words, no need for speech, Through every touch, we learn, we teach. Embraces hold what hearts can’t say, In quiet nights or light of day. A gentle press, a firm embrace, In physical love, we find our place.