Electric Touch

We met in a world of fleeting screens, Where love is coded in digital dreams. But your voice was no pixel, no hollow sound— It pulled me in, where something real was found. Your hands speak a language I barely know, Electric touches where tension flows. It’s not just skin, not just heat—it’s a spark, A wildfire hidden in the modern dark. Your laugh lingers, a taste on my tongue, A fleeting melody, forever young. Your gaze, unspoken, yet heavy and clear, It says, Come closer. Stay near. Love now wears no armor, no gilded crest, But in your arms, I find quiet rest. And yet beneath the calm, a storm takes flight, A hunger ignites in the hush of night. It’s in the brush of your breath near my ear, In the way the silence grows loud when you're near. Modern love—fragments of chaos and trust, A tender ache, a hint of lust. But it’s more than the pull, the burn, the fire— It’s the quiet promise of hearts that aspire. To be raw, to be real, to dare and to stay, Even in this world of love's fleeting display.