One touch,

Not much?

No, it’s everything.

The spark of any romance.

None of this is happenstance.

A connection based in chemistry,

Leads to a moment of pure ectacy.

Starting with a greeting,

Turns into a meeting.

My hands shaking,

Your hands taking.

A flash, then smash…

Everything goes lightspeed.

Gripping.

Stripping.

Ripping.

Tipping.

Laughter and tears.

Years and years.

That touch started a reaction.

One based on pure attraction.

Two halves forever whole.

Symbiotic— Mind, body and soul.