Touch Me

I'd forgotten what it's like To want something, Someone. 'Off to bed' he said, His hand on my head. I froze Gasping for more As he walked nonplussed Straight out the door. Touch me, Please. Pull my hair, Caress my cheek. One more graze that lingers My mouth would part To welcome those fingers. In the sun in the garden His knee rested on mine. Don't speak - just sit. I enjoy Aching for more. Touch me, Please. Pull my hair, Caress my cheek. One more graze that lingers My mouth would part To welcome those fingers. This is the best bit, isn't it. I love the ache I relish wanting something Anything Touch me Please. Pull my hair, Caress my cheek. One more graze that lingers My wet mouth Would welcome those fingers.