Your Touch
The touch that never leaves your heart
A quiet sigh within
Longing through each hopeless night
For a love that burned with sin
Candescent fires rage on still
Their passion twists your soul
Heartless lust meant just to thrill
Leaves a bitter toll
And in the early morning calm
The demons from that night
Exposed now without darkness’ cover
Stand naked in the morning light
Francis J Grasso Sept 21 2024
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