Touch

A touch makes the heart jump
The pulse accelerates
For a split-second of contact

A touch makes the heart light
The feeling is free
It seems never-ending
At least one person doesn't want it to end

A touch makes the heart race
At the simulation of a dream coming true
No one expected it to happen
But it did
And no one can take it back

A touch makes the heart calm
Comfort in the arms of few
The few who are most special
The moment is relived
As much as possible
In hopes of it possibly happening again

A touch can be soft
Scared it will break something unknown

A touch can be firm
Lustful and longing for more

A touch can be light
Uncertain and hesitant

A touch can be hard
Knowing what is wanted, needed

But a touch can be stern
Scarring the affected

A touch can be addictive
So good it becomes bad

A touch can be breakable
It happens once, and never again

A touch can ruin what is most valuable
Yet
We always go back for more