Touch me I’m real

Touch me so I know I’m real. I want to feel where my body ends, where the world begins.

I touch you back, to feel you are real too, radiating warmth and colour. I touch your skin, let my hands crawl over you like spiders. Suddenly, the touch is all I am. No thoughts, only feelings. Out of time, ageless.

I just want a lover, another soul to discover.
Where my body ends and you begin

This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
And nothing breaks like a heart

Mark Ronson

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