When Your Touch Lingers Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
When Your Touch Lingers
When your touch lingered,
a spark leapt through me,
not loud, but deep,
a pulse awakening,
heat rising, unbidden.
The weight of silence,
broken my breath,
fingers tracing truths
too primal for words.
In that fleeting instant,
desire became a language,
no need for rhyme,
no need for reason,
only the raw rhythm
of bodies remembering themselves.
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