...I would tremble

Quiver as a bowstring of an archer of yore

straining to flight his shaft to the bull

Electric flutters of sensation would flow

passing through your heart

arresting it – then pulsing a new beat,

a new life

For an aeon, or an instant in time

tiny seismic tremors would bid your eyelids flutter

and my voice to fail

Your lips would try to speak

but merely ripple a smile

as your skin blushes with suffusion

My legs would threaten to fail me

as your eyes reflect

the promise of love

My heart would be forfeit

and yours forever

If we touched...

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