| With A Touch He touches her, And all preconceived ideas of what she should be dissolve. Her breath is caught, And her carefully designed world is quaking violently. Like the sea exploding against the shore in a summer storm, Her heart threatens to shatter against her ribs. His mind is spinning, And he�s drunk off her eyes, His knees are week, And this seems like so much. Like the bird that flies into the sunset, He wonders if by tomorrow he�ll long for her touch. Are they playing with fire? Are they to young to dare? They think in their hearts, They�re not too young to care. But nature�s wind, It will carry them away. And by tomorrow morning, They might have forgotten today. By Rachel Werner Copyright 2002 |
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