Touch

The touch, it is the final feeling;
Is only instant heart to heart.
The touch’s soul issue -on shape apart-
From real body, mind starts driling.

Transfer’s the wishes, one to one,
Just by the chemistrie’s old rules
On mix with beautiful ocults;
Make love already, to be done.

I dream to touch you every day,
To be inspired on my dreams,
To catch from you, your total means...
To be my goal, to make me way.
12.07.2010