When She Touches Me

When she touches me

It feels like her fingers are preforming a ballet across my skin

My tiny little hairs joining in the dance following the steps of every tingling sensation

I can’t remember a feeling that mirrors her touch

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You know how people say the site or sound of something it’s satisfying

Well your touch makes me feel the site of a bouquet of perfectly aligned roses

Feel like picking the right amount of anything you ever needed

On the first try

Your touch make me feel the sound of the wind rustling through the trees

Feel the site of the fog layered on the ocean top

Your touch feels like the sight of a shooting star

And all of my dreams are coming true

When she touches me

It feels like the sound of guns dropping after the years long civil war

Fought in my head

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At least

It FELT that way

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Yes we have history

But that’s not always a good thing

Because, you see

History repeats itself

And I refuse to fight the same one sided war