Delicate Touch
Your delicate touch...
It sends me through the skies.
Though I may collapse,
You are my cure.
Cure me, O thy love,
Of thy pains and sufferings...
Cure me...
Your hatred drags me down.
Caress me...
O love...
Caress my sins from my skin...
I crave your delicate touch
O, sweet man,
Love me like you do.
Forever our love
And the delicate touch.
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