I want to feel the jolt caused by your hand in mine. Feel connection and sensation in palms.
I’d like to remember the difference of hands. The roughness of callouses and the silk of being young.I need your left in my left, your right in my right. The symmetry of my own is discouraging.

I wish to taste what you taste mixed with passion, feeling and all of my flavors. I hope your breath is so close I catch my own. For this heart is always too loud and it’s embarrassing. I’m praying for our feelings to align like the stars and for you to understand I want to keep going.

I’d appreciate the feeling of your front against my back. Breathing in the scents of our surroundings. I’m craving tangled limbs caught and tangled in embraces. Never the same size, still fitting perfectly. I have to have you. Every inch of skin matched with mine. So, hold me. body and soul/soul and body.