touch

1/1/07

The touch, was ever so slight…like slow motion. I felt you. I wanted to look into your eyes, see what they were saying…are you happy? Do you want me as I do you? It could mean everything, or nothing at all. My mind is teased with memories, feelings, thoughts, visions. I see your smile, feel your embrace. Inhale your scent. I want to give you everything…a place to lie your head, comfort, love, make love to you. Listen to your dreams, share your secrets…your touch is what I have to hold on to. I want more. Please say yes.