Dec 2013
I tied your hands behind your back
In so many different ways.
One day, as I laced them together
At the small of your back,
You smirked and asked,
"What is this all about, exactly?"
The coy smile on your face
Didn't transfer to mine.
You felt this was a game,
Maybe a new "thing" I wanted to try.
Very seriously,
I prompted you and said,
"Touch me."
You looked across the room, dumbfounded,
As if I had asked you to fly or walk on water.
You looked down,
Fingered the rope around your wrists,
Looked back up into my eyes
And responded with,
"But how?
You tied my hands up."
I saw the puzzlement in your eyes,
As you tried to comprehend why I'd ask you
To try and touch me
With your hands behind your back.
I said it once more-
"Touch me."
You then looked at me like I was stupid,
Like I was out of my mind.
"Look, you tied my hands up.
Can't you see there is no way for me to touch you?",
You stated, matter-of-factly, to the point
Where I knew you would never understand.
I slowly backed away,
And began to turn,
But not before I looked over my shoulder
And said,
*"You don't always need your hands to touch someone,
And if that's the only way you know how to touch a person,
Then I'd rather you not touch me at all."
In so many different ways.
One day, as I laced them together
At the small of your back,
You smirked and asked,
"What is this all about, exactly?"
The coy smile on your face
Didn't transfer to mine.
You felt this was a game,
Maybe a new "thing" I wanted to try.
Very seriously,
I prompted you and said,
"Touch me."
You looked across the room, dumbfounded,
As if I had asked you to fly or walk on water.
You looked down,
Fingered the rope around your wrists,
Looked back up into my eyes
And responded with,
"But how?
You tied my hands up."
I saw the puzzlement in your eyes,
As you tried to comprehend why I'd ask you
To try and touch me
With your hands behind your back.
I said it once more-
"Touch me."
You then looked at me like I was stupid,
Like I was out of my mind.
"Look, you tied my hands up.
Can't you see there is no way for me to touch you?",
You stated, matter-of-factly, to the point
Where I knew you would never understand.
I slowly backed away,
And began to turn,
But not before I looked over my shoulder
And said,
*"You don't always need your hands to touch someone,
And if that's the only way you know how to touch a person,
Then I'd rather you not touch me at all."
Based on the idea that anyone can touch you, per se please you. In a general sense, it really isn't that difficult to stimulate someone in my opinion. We know the tricks of the trade and how to be **** and alluring and provocative so that we will be found sexually desirable.
What's hard is touching someone without touching someone. You can probably make just about anyone ******, but can you make someone genuinely FEEL for you? Can you create an atmosphere of intimacy with just your hands? Can you really claim to understand someone simply from touching them? I personally don't think so. I admire the people that have touched me, in whatever the context it may be, without actually touching me. Those are the people that you know are special to you, because their minds and words and thoughts and stimulating enough.
What's hard is touching someone without touching someone. You can probably make just about anyone ******, but can you make someone genuinely FEEL for you? Can you create an atmosphere of intimacy with just your hands? Can you really claim to understand someone simply from touching them? I personally don't think so. I admire the people that have touched me, in whatever the context it may be, without actually touching me. Those are the people that you know are special to you, because their minds and words and thoughts and stimulating enough.
