Anatomy of a Cuddle

Love is the part of the body
Where hearts touch hearts;
The miraculous, unreal meeting
Of two very inward parts.
The most intimate of proddings,
Starting at mere sight,
When I see you and you see me
In the middle of the night.

Inside touches pull outsides closer;
First arms, then bodies, then legs,
And even faces and lips, all lovingly touching,
And the mind starts to dance and the soul begs.
All thought and talking ceases,
But singing might ensue,
For that's the voice of touching hearts
As they explore a lover new.