They don't touch me the same way
Even in total darkness
With no clue
But their fingertips on my body
I would know them apart
I could never mistake them
They don't touch me the same way
The one is sure, secure
Confident
WIth the ease of long familiarity
His hands play me
Knowing what is right
They don't touch me the same way
The other, tentative
Exploratory
Knowing women, but still discovering me
Testing, trying, this and that
Delighting in my response
They don't touch me the same way
They both touch me as deeply
Touch my life
Touch my mind
Touch my soul
But
They don't touch me the same way | 
