Body of Love

In this,

The quietest moment,

When we're dancing,

Cheek to cheek,

Every muscle screams for you,

Each sinew bursts in to flame,

While my skin prickles,

As though each hair were pulling,

Pulling from me to join you.

And while I sway in the image of serenity,

My insides scorch at your touch,

Light as a feather upon my skin.

And I know that tonight,

My eyes will drown in missing you,

While they spill constantly,

From the dam which crumbles,

Around my reaching heart.

The End

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