Oh, your fingers, Warm and soft Glide like feathers across the cold of my palm. They trace the lost and buried depths of my body Unraveling stories untold, Whispering secrets only this body understands. Every touch Traces the paths to the source of the river that flows under my skin. It drifts through valleys of dread and quiet, Carving its way through the mountains of sorrow, To reach the heart's hidden shore. Oh, your touch, An electric spark That ignites my body, Illuminates the darkness contained within my heart. With every touch my heart's entwined, Drawing me deeper into the ocean of your embrace. With every whisper And every breath we share, Threads of affection intertwine Weaving a tapestry Our hearts can share.