Absent Touch

It's a yearning.

 

It's a need. 

 

It's the deepest desire of my heart.

 

So near,

 

Yet so far,

 

I'm suffering from your absent touch.

 

*******

 

Your smile and eye contact once satisfied me, but my appetitie has since grown.

 

I want to feel your hand reaching for mine; your arms around my waist; your fingertips on my skin.

 

But most of all,

I want to feel your lips on mine.

Pressed together they'll make a glorious melody; an eccentric tune which none can imitate. 

I want you breathe life into my senses, to awaken them with your tenderness.

 

When you put your arm around me I want you to keep it there, not shy away after the sudden realization of what you are doing kicks in.

When you look at me I want you to keep looking, not look down as soon as our eyes meet.

When we talk I don't want the conversation to ever end, I want to continue forever. I'm tired of replaying our chats every moment until I go to sleep. 

 

I cannot play these games any longer. 

 

*******

 

It's a yearning.

 

It's a need. 

 

It's the deepest desire of my heart.

 

So near,

 

Yet so far,

 

I'm suffering from your absent touch.

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