I lay quietly on my bed,

Gazing out of my window,

Just woken from a dream of you,

Just woken from the heaven,

Of kissing you.

I still feel the softness of your lips,

Upon my own,

I taste a thousand sips,

Still reeling from the love,

And then I thought to myself,

You kiss is like being touched,

Touched by the most magical thing,

Touched by a warmth,

During my coldest hour.

Yes...

Touched by sunlight.

Touched by you.

I close my eyes to relive the wonder,

To feel again that wonderous kiss,

And when I open them again,

I find that hours have passed,

Hours and hours of unending bliss.

And again I gaze out of my window,

Remembering again that wonderous kiss,

How it was like being touched.

Touched by warmth,

During my coldest hour.

Yes...

Touched by sunlight.

Touched by you...

By JulieAnne:)

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