I remember this... The concert, the moment, the magic. God, what a feeling it must be, to be able to make music like this. To be able to touch... [youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9b7xW1cv9Fc]
"Touch"
"Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace." - Marianne Williamson, "A Woman's Worth"
"Touch"
The human touch- Flesh against flesh Skin against skin I crave it so much Where do I begin. My fingers trace- The shape of your lips The outline of your face They gently caress Your favorite place- The back of your neck Where passion lives It awakens your soul oh, the pleasure it gives. It quickens your heartbeat And shortens your breath Without your touch I'm afraid I'd withdraw into myself And enter the throes of death.
You take my hand in yours You smile and laugh As we walk and talk. You hold me tight And whisper 'I love you! ' You playfully give me a bite. Your fingers expertly roam The familiar contours of my back. Yes, that's it, that feels so right I'm in heaven, because You're on the right track. Anticipating the touch Of your lips upon mine That special moment Is oh, so divine. Yes. that's what touch is all about Our eyes meet, as you tell me- 'Kiss me now, or I'll cut your heart out! '
