My touch . . .
Sometimes I wander into your dreams
I'm hiding you don't know
I listen to my heart call to me
I sigh as you sleep soundly
Well, like a butterfly, I get up high
Covered with white clouds
I'm careful not to go deep
I caress your forehead with my lips
I stay breathless there until morning
Feel my soul, I know
Then in the whirlwind of passion I disappear
a fiery kiss when I give it to you
Longing creates a problem in sleep
I'm still in you
Feel my touch flowing through your blood
And warm fingers between yours
I often get stuck in your thoughts
Like a golden thread
You are fascinated by the breath of my contours
I've been making a mess of you since
Sometimes I run into your secrets
To remind you
You know that wouldn't hold my heart
Without your love, not to grow old. . .
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