Soft to the touch,

Innocent and sweet.

Passion, this is where it first meets.

Two parts will become one,

This is where your heart unravels and begins to come
undone.

It only lasts a moment, and in a flash it's gone to soon.

No doubt it will come again, sending those same
butterflies through your body.

It's soft and gentle, oh so sweet.

This is where the two parts meet.

His and hers come together again,

Stealing breaths, with love they send.

Pulling apart, you never want to do,

But remember, your one wish just came true.


This is a metaphor poem. Please comment and tell me what you think of it.