In the silence of a quiet room,
A gentle touch can speak so loud,
A whisper soft, a lullaby,
That lifts the heart above the crowd.

Fingers trace a tender line,
Across the skin so soft and warm,
A silent promise, love’s design,
In every curve, in every form.

The touch of hands, a sacred dance,
A language old, yet ever new,
In every touch, a sweet romance,
A story told in shades of blue.

So let your touch be gentle, kind,
A testament of love’s pure art,
For in each touch, two souls entwined,
A bond that forms, heart to heart.