By terry
Date: 25 September 2000
silent shouts
Never satisfied just to hear the words
That at times ring false
When my own heart beats with doubt
I have to reach out and cup your face in my palms
And in that fraction of a second
When my skin brushes yours
With the most delicious spark
Of electrical recognition
I instantly realize that my love for you
Could never possibly go stale
When as my lips brush yours
Every soft part of my body turns to steel
That tries to melt
With every touch of your gaze
Every sound of your laugh
And every gasp of your breath
That tells me you feel the same.
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