Your hands on me,
And happiness is out of the gate!
Rushing through all parts of me.
A rising tide that swells and breaks me open,
Carving a valley into the rock of my heart.
I can only yield,
Wantonly helpless in your arms.
My hands on you,
And wild horses are on the loose!
Too late to rein them in!
They’re already mid-gallop,
Charging headlong into the core of your soul.
Will you meet me deep inside?
In our holy hideout, far from prying eyes.
Where shame and sorrow dare not encroach.
Just the two of us.
Your hands on me,
My hands on you,
Holding heaven in the flesh,
Love made real here on earth.
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