I miss the touch of your skin
The way your body would brush up against me when I would cave in
The warmth of your body against mine
No other feeling was as divine
And as I write this tears flow down my eyes
I know I should not miss you because of all the lies
But there is no better feeling of euphoria then when you touch me
What I would give to have you think we are still meant to be
Our love was as fast a nascar racing on the tracks
Like the way you used to trace your fingers up and down my back
I can still feel the gentleness of your touch
Every time I think about it I still get a rush
For what I gave you of mine is still yours
You can take it down with you all the way to the morgue