Touch Me If You Can

In realms where whispers dance, a poet's plea,
A verse unfolds, entwined with mystery.
"Touch me if you can," the words declare,
A tender dare, in the twilight's air.

Reach through the veil of doubts and fears,
Embrace the secrets held within these tears.
For I, a soul adrift, long to be found,
In your fingertips, a solace profound.

Caress my dreams with fingers of grace,
Paint upon my skin, love's tender trace.
In every stroke, let passion ignite,
A symphony of senses, our souls take flight.

But beware, dear seeker, the depths you'll find,
For echoes of past wounds linger behind.
Handle my fragile heart with gentle care,
In your tender touch, both fierce and fair.

Trace the contours of my longing desires,
Awaken dormant sparks, untamed fires.
Let skin on skin ignite a tempest's roar,
In this sacred dance, we both explore.

Oh, touch me if you can, in every hue,
In whispered sighs, with love's essence imbue.
For in your touch, an alchemy profound,
Two souls entwined, a symphony resound.

Let fingertips traverse this sacred land,
Where boundaries fade, where hearts expand.
In tender touch, we bridge the space between,
Transcending words, our souls' sweet sheen.

So, touch me if you can, with courage bold,
In every gesture, a story to unfold.
For in your touch, a universe will rise,
A testament to love's eternal guise.