Soft touch

Oh, the touch of your hand
When you're helping me stand
I have to hold back my heart
I couldn't stand you tearing me apart  
Your lips on my neck, whispers against skin
Could I risk it all again? What am I in?
How did I get back here?  
I'm so afraid my dear...
When your skin touches mine
My brain frazzles and where's the line
I dance on between loving you  
And protecting what little is left of me, it's true