Touch me....

I lay in bed and he lays next to me.. we just talk and bullshit. Ever so often our legs brush or our hands touch as we punctuate a word, thought or story with body movement. Jazz is playing in the background and the Brooklyn night sounds blend in with Coltrane. A voice I find irresistible begins to sing the words to a song I love..."who is this?" I question and challenge him. He lists a few names...none of them are her. "Damn.... dont you know Nina when you hear her!" Nina sings to me "And you know that she will trust you.. For you've touched her perfect body with your mind."

Touch...Physical and mental is needed. We dont touch each other enough. Not sexually touch... just human touch. I crave human touch, it fills me up and rejuvenates my soul. A hug, a kiss, a hand in my hand or laying on my belly....eyes that touch me as they linger on my face or stare into my eyes, a tug on my locks or just a soft caress of my scalp... touch
Touch me....

My girl Me' Shell comes on, her album Bitter is now playing in the background "I want to kiss you, Does she want you with the pain that I do? I smell you in my dreams... But now when we’re face to face, you won’t look me in the eye. No time, no friendship, no love...Don’t say, don’t touch you, I can’t touch you, no more ....Can’t touch you any more, any more...I don’t touch you anymore" .....he sits up and I sit up behind him and reach out for one last touch...I warm my hands and place them on his back, wanting him to feel the heat of my touch, my energy....giving him back some of the energy the he has given to me. I feel his breath through his shirt as he inhales and then exhales....ahh touch... Let me touch you...