The touch of his lips on her fingers sent confusion into another dimension.

A cold touch on the back of his leg nearly sent Alfred leaping into the sea.

Even then, every touch sent streaks of pain up his arm.

The light touch sent a flame of desire through her.

Her touch sent a rush of desire through him like lightning.

Her soft touch sent a bit of electricity through Kirk.

Apparently it was only on an area unaffected by the growth where a touch could send the patient wild.

The touch sent a shudder through him and he gasped.

Both times did the touch and the singing send me out once more into the other places beyond the boundaries of our world.

The slightest touch could have sent them tumbling to their deaths.