When he touches he touches with the caress of a million micro fingers' feel
As he traces my skin
They stretch right out into my insides and heal my tattered heart
When he speaks he quenches a thirst that no other man before him could have ever
I yearn for his silence yet lust after his unending ocean of words
He's the kind that makes me want to take on a celibate life
Yet my body can't help but strip itself bare every time he looks at me the way he does
And when he smiles ... his smile stripped my soul of its walls, brick by brick
Until I was left completely unprotected, and at his mercy
She was right ... I've found him
The kind of reckless that should send me running
But I kind of know that I won't get far
Before he catches up with me
I'm his
Yet the best part is ... he's mine