Love's Touch

Slowly and softly His fingers glide Winding slowly over my lips- On and On With every passing; Nerves shiver and dance Chills spread like wildfire Unstoppable—upon my head. My heart is throbbing and creating a musical note. “Oh me, his hand is on my throat.” Gently and sweetly His fingertips caress. His lips as divine As a monk’s silent oath. Lightly he kisses under my ear. Moving only an inch, whispers “Dear sweet, sweet flower, No fear shall shadow or seek you, No doubt of my love shall greet you, For I am only yours to keep. You are the air I breath. May my love follow you into the deep.”