She said before i could touch her walls I'd have to touch her heart. so i did.
Darnell Lamont WalkerI enjoy the healing music and touch of love, touching my heart and soul when I give it away.
Debasish MridhaNo touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.
RetributionI breathe in...the silence of my own heart aching with tenderness with memories.. Of home.
A touch, a tear, a tempestmy love is a winter’s mist gently dissolving through the window at the nape of your neck.
A touch, a tear, a tempestkisses happen when my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.
A touch, a tear, a tempest(It’s) a fair exchange. You’re giving me attention. That’s a form of affection, you know.
A Touch of Wonder