In the silent realm where whispers dwell,
A touch ignites what words can’t tell.
Fingers trace the lines of heart,
Bridging souls, never apart.

Through gentle caress, a story unfolds,
In tender moments, warmth is told.
Skin to skin, a sacred bond,
In touch, we find what lies beyond.

The language of hands, eloquent and true,
Speaks of love in ways anew.
A silent promise, a shared embrace,
In the touch, we find our place.

When words falter and voices cease,
Touch remains, a silent peace.
In every gesture, a world revealed,
Through touch, our spirits healed.