It doesn’t matter where I touch you, hand or back, fingers electrify my insides and knock on my hearts’ door.
You speak with your eyes and knock on my hearts’ door. Your arms around me knock on my hearts’ door.
Momma’s in the bed with you and the sight knocks on my hearts’ door. Your gentle touch and words to her knock on my hearts’ door.
My hearts’ door is open and I see you walking in.
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