LAST TOUCH


If I am to express how I miss you, the whole world could possibly end or lose its natural form by the power of my expression

Because I wouldn't mix A for B and B for A

I would take time to tell the story, that I wouldn't pray it ends

Would I forget to tell how your kisses felt like they all came down from heaven, to worship my dry lip?

Would I forget to tell the part, the sight of you singlehandedly melt down my fear?

Would I forget to tell the part, how you got my head spinning for you, just with a touch?

Would I forget you turn on my light with your sparkling figure?

Maybe, your last touch could heal my burning body

As a matter of fact, I am more concerned about your touch, baby

Maybe your touch could turn to rain and heal my burning body

Touching you for the last time would be the memory I would take down to the grave


When those words appeared on the wall of sacrifice nearly scared me to give up

The words read, If I really desire to touch you, bruises and tears will be my accomplices down to where your face could be beheld with my touches playing all over your face

If touching you would be the last thing I needed to do, I will gladly jump at such jackpot

Touching you is a jackpot to me

I will die touching you...

I love you...