Touch, by Katy Subscribe to rss feed for Katy

A stroke of the hand ignites a fire within.  
An intimate touch reserved for those in love
Strewn about the population as an invitation.  
An involuntary action.  
Careless move of a finger.  
Controllable, needed and wanted.  
A rush of feeling grows and grows, 
Until you’re blinded by its light.  
An illusion brought forth by an unreal promise of security. 

Un-returned feelings make haste to break hearts.  
The tempt of a touch is lethal.  
Heartbreak brought by a small stroke of the hand. 
Posted: 2006-02-26 02:31:35 UTC

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2006-02-28 00:59:24Faith
How true. It sucks how lightly some people take the act of touch and they don't realise that they are leading you on an endless chase... well done!

2006-02-28 00:59:32Faith
How true. It sucks how lightly some people take the act of touch and they don't realise that they are leading you on an endless chase... well done!