Like a million of universes being born and dying in the space between your fingers and my skin, that's what it felt when you touched me.
That gesture of comfort, that takes not gives, that wants not offers, that wakes not pacifies, that's what it felt when you touched me.
That you tap a message to my skin, and you tap a meaning to my body, that's what it felt when you touched me.
My whole body burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame, that's what it felt when you touched me.
Like a world full of confusion, yet there is compassion, like a painting or a piece of music wanting to touch my soul, that's what it felt when you touched me.
From the tender sound of music giving awe, my body slowly swayed to the sweet feel of air sweeping over me, that's what it felt when you touched me.
Quivering me to a new identity, flames and ether rushing to my veins, that's what it felt when you touched me.
No consideration, no regard for my draining strength, no barrier, no inhibition, that's what it felt when you touched me.