Touch me, if you please
Use your fingers and let me hear you speak.
As they emphasize your unspoken words to me,
Those of tender or lustful need.

Touch me when I’m angry,
When I seem to shelter myself in steel.
Touch me when I’m struggling,
And I’m unsure what I feel.
Touch me when you’re feeling playful,
And you thrive on my giggles and squeals.
Just touch me, if you please,
And I only pray that you will.

Touch me when my body is in pain,
Telling me that you’re still there.
Touch me to bring my mind back with you,
When I wake shaking from nightmares.

Touch me when you desire me
When your hunger for me is so strong.
When the skin on your very hands tingle,
Knowing that it won’t be long,
Until our bodies will once again mingle
And we are only one flesh.
Lost in only one another
All other worries laid to rest.

Touch me when you need me,
To draw upon my strength.
To feel that like you, I’m invested,
With you for a time without measurable length.

Although I feel I may not offer you much,
I pray that you find the same comfort in my touch.
Relying on me as I do with you,
Seeking only the next moment when you choose
To once again grace my skin with your touch
Regardless of its purpose,
The very moment I crave and just,
Lay practically begging for any small measure
Of the antidote you offer for my troubles,
Your love, your lust, your touch.

Grace
01/28/16