Physical touch pleases me
Not in that way
But in a way that gives comfort to wanna flyaway
Like ballerinas dancing across my skin
I don’t know why but this is the way I’ve been
Your the warmth I crave
I only want to hold you
But it’d be a lie if you wanted too

Hold my cold hand
Run your hands through my hair
Hold me close to the point where you might come to care

But I’m pretty sure you’re well aware
That I’m desperate
I crave physical touch
I’m not asking much
So I hope I can feel your warm touch