Your Touch Poem by Lynocide the lovely

what is it?
the way he looked?
that devilish smile framed by a boyishly handsome charm.
the warmth of his smile, and the sparkle in his eyes as he ran a finger along my jaw.
his voice, always teasing.
I miss those times.
when we'd just sit together, whispering old memories,
reminding ourselves of why we fell in love in the first place.
I only wish that we could have that again.
not just one more time,
but many more times.
together, for the rest of our lives.
two hearts intertwined in sweet amorous passion, that has stood strong against the tests of time.
that's all I want is your touch,
not just one more time,
but again and again, everyday for the rest of forever.