In the language of touch, our love takes flight,
A silent symphony of pure delight.
With fingertips, we trace a secret code,
An intimate connection that freely flowed.
Your hand in mine, a tender, silent prayer,
A touch that whispers, "I'll always be there."
In the warmth of your embrace, I find my home,
A sanctuary where our love will forever roam.
With every kiss, the world fades away,
In your arms, I long for endless day.
In the power of touch, our spirits unite,
Love's gentle magic, an eternal light.
Skin to skin, our souls intertwine,
In that intimate touch, love is defined.
In the silence of our hands' sweet caress,
Our love story unfolds, an eternal address.
So, let our touch tell the tale of our hearts,
In every embrace, a new love imparts.
In the power of touch, we find our way,
A love that deepens with each passing day.
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