His Touch

Its sweet and tricky cushioned with compassion Faded with dense affection You sleep in a massage compressed with love His touch is smooth you swear you are inlove, and its nice Little do you know The touch can turn to ice Freezing as snow A Touch so dry and warm at the same time Its like a test of a season you mostly Like To stay throbbing in ice and cold Or dance in the sun and be bold Its your choice at the end you know? To choose the touch you want to feel and know Be it the one that makes you cry in closet When its dark Or the one that makes you feel closest To finishing an ark The one which will provide you safety to bounce Let it be the one that makes you see stars during a random boring night His touch should be relief to the constant pain of life Not addition to the carved scars Of an intended knife