TOUCH
I may not touch only yearn;
senses dream, ache and burn.
Feeling a bliss that may not exist,
I know longings I must resist.
A need so deep touches heart and head,
fueled by a desire that will never be bed.
A love has grown that may not be shown,
I know it well ... it is my own.
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