I touch your hair
then touch the grass,
your hair is so much softer.
I touch your cheek
then touch mine,
they are the same,
so why does yours make my fingers tingle?
I touch your lips with my fingers, they feel good
I touch your lips with my lips,
it feels way better.
I touch your hair, cheek, lips, chest, back,
I touch all of you
and I love it,
I love all of you.
I don't know where this came from since I'm still sad from a breakup and this isn't really a sad poem...