Your Fingertips Write Songs on My Skin

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

Whispers in the dark, I feel you near, 
A silent song that only I can hear. 

Your fingertips write songs upon my skin, 
A secret melody beneath my skin. 
Each touch a lyric where my heart begins, 
In every line, I feel you deep within. 

The night is quiet, but your hands speak loud, 
A language written soft, yet so profound. 
You trace the stories where my fears are drowned, 
And in your touch, my soul is unbound. 

Your fingertips write songs upon my skin, 
A secret melody beneath my skin. 
Each touch a lyric where my heart begins, 
In every line, I feel you deep within. 

When darkness falls and shadows start to creep, 
Your gentle touch is all I want to keep. 
A symphony that wakes me from my sleep, 
Your music’s mine, a bond forever deep. 

Your fingertips write songs upon my skin, 
A secret melody beneath my skin. 
Each touch a lyric where my heart begins, 
In every line, I feel you deep within. 

Your fingertips write songs upon my skin, 
A quiet love that never will rescind.