The last touch.
A hug.
No more flesh to flesh.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
The memory of pleasures shared.
Oh my dear friend if only I could convince you
to stay my lover.
But you heart loves differently
and that is why I love you.
The last touch.
A hug.
No more flesh to flesh.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
The memory of pleasures shared.
Oh my dear friend if only I could convince you
to stay my lover.
But you heart loves differently
and that is why I love you.
Saturn's Premier Poet 