Your touch
is a warm embrace
when i am cold
it is a cold embrace when i am hot
your touch
makes my skin clench
Your hands are so white
when you are in my sight
Your touch
makes me thick
when i am sick
Your touch
i can't give
but can save
your touch
is the verb i like
and i can't let you of my bike
Your touch
is the action
And my skin is the reaction.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow.... you have said it... yes, you have expressed it. well penned