I want to be touched,
I want you hands on my skin to erase every persons that placed their hands upon my skin,
Rubbing me up and down until the smudges that were left by those who did me wrong are taken off my canvase.
I want to be touched,
I want to be touched by your love and warmth and to be engolfed in the flames of passion,
Melting the ice and coldness from my flesh that froze over from neglect and feeling cold alone in the wilderness of life.
I want to be touched,
I want not only that but to be held in your arms and to feel safe, to feel at home,
Protecting me from those who hurt me or held me down from my goals and my ambitions and from being myself.
I want to be touched,
I want to be felt,
I want to be heard,
I want to be loved.