The body touched ever slightly,
Emitting warmth so lovely,
Then the non-existence of the feeling,
Of whose body is emitting the warmth?
Further if they go,
Coolness spreads like winter.
Closer if they come,
The butterflies in the stomach flutter.
All the dreams become reality,
As if it was meant to be.
The body touching ever so lightly,
Emitting warmth so lovely.