Touch my fingertips, tip by soft tip,
Touch my lips, just in tiny little sips,
Touch my breast, but oh so very slow,
Touch my eyes, till my teardrops flow.
Touch my throat, I´ll swallow my pride,
Touch my nape, where my tresses slide,
Touch my womb, where your baby grows,
Touch my brow, where your whisper blows.
Touch my heart, with your gentle soft beat,
Touch my core, where we will meld & meet,
Touch my being & you will make me whole,
But touch first the place, where I keep my soul.