To Touch You
 
I'm dyin' ya know
To touch your face
Your hand
Anything
Its killin' me
I want to feel your skin
Not much
A touch will do
It eats at me
I want to reach you
I want to carress
Your cheek is fine
It burns inside
The want for the contact
Your arms
Holding me close

By RedGhost

© 2005 RedGhost (All rights reserved)

 

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