Your Touch

Your touch is my smile;
my muffled laughter as you torture curled toes
and ticklish sides.

Your touch is my joy;
my complete happiness just to hear your voice
across the phone line.

Your touch is my want;
my constant desire to have your skin pressed
against mine always.

Your touch is my need;
my essential brush of fingertips at dawn
and warm weight at night.

Your touch is my fire;
my burning flames leaping from my heated flesh
in a quest for more.

Your touch is my love;
my heart beating for when you whisper in my
ear, I love you too