There's something intimate about this,
How the heat of your skin transfers to mine,
And the gentle touch is reciprocated quickly.
There's something seductive about this,
The way I fit in your arms and I feel weak,
And my knees can't seem to keep themselves still.
There's something sensual about this,
How you look at me with that crooked smile
And stop my heart in it's melting tracks.
There's something about this,
How my skin feels against your skin
And the last thing that I want
Is to stop holding your hand.
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