| The hands that touch But do not feel Cannot fathom, how deeply real They make it for the world Surrounding them blindly Yet, they caress life so finely Soft startling enjoyment Desire is the only thing to be sought Emotion is left only for thought Buried within lunacy Which severely controls Words unspoken, pleasure untold The hands, disconnected From that yearning flesh Worlds apart, touch to mesh Passion is spent on loves absence Physical touch seems evermore Until one is left as a ship wrecked whore Reaching deep for emotions gone The hands come to see their true harm That comes with their lethal, poisonous charm |
| Touch to Pleasure |