Your touch is more than skin on skin
Your touch does bear a trace of sin
Your touch sends shockwaves down my spine
Your touch makes me yours, confirms you are mine
Your touch is more than I'll ever know
Your touch is that which I need to grow
Your touch is eager and yet unimpressed
Your touch is measured, with a hint of unrest

You kiss me and you break the pain
I kiss and kiss again, again
There's nothing left for me to do
But listen to the Smiths and dream of you

Your touch is silk and I'm not rough
You may be used to tougher stuff
I am not strong but I'll be yours
I love you, and I mean it more
Than I ever meant it before
I stand and I open the door

To feel your touch
It is not much
It is a sign
That I am yours
That you are mine