Before I craved touch. Plain and simple I wanted someone to touch me. Purposefully. Intentionally. Allowing their skin to meet my own, I was salivating for contact.

Now, I’ve had it. I’ve been touched. So well, in fact my skin is on fire and my muscles are dancing. Rejoice in the flesh because here, alas I have been acknowledged.


What I’m craving now is something else. A much more ravenous hunger: intimacy. Perhaps it was never my body that was in need. Perhaps it was always my heart. Sometimes the two are so difficult to tell apart.

And I haven’t the slightest idea how to satiate myself…


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s