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No touch has ever brought forth
the pleasure your words evoke.
No mouth as soft upon my own,
no physical encounter I've ever known.

Is your touch the verse you give
your kiss a rhyming verb?
Each day I wait, for your words I live
This passion too great to curb.

No climax ever quaked inside
as this eruption you have started.
There is no place to run and hide,
for this flow will not be thwarted

This bliss of poetry you serve;
is it like unto your grasp?
For it has taken hold of every nerve,
for oxygen I quickly gasp!

Recovery from the blows you've thrown
they have knocked me to my knees.
With your words you have shown,
to this heart you hold the key.