Your touch, soft at first
Your skin warm against mine
So delicate, so innocent
Why does it hurt?

Your words, felt at first
Your thoughts entertaining mine
So genuine, so true
Why do they not ring true?

Your heart, needing to love
Your soul reaching out toward me
So enriching, so consuming
Why does hold back?

The need to feel, to think, to love
Overpowering, bringing me in but
Not keeping me safe
Why is it not enough?

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