Does it matter much/
How I touch, as long as I/
touch much more often?
Or
touch more than before?
Does it matter much/
How I touch, as long as I/
touch much more often?
I want to be the/
first thing you see each morning,/
your last touch at night.
Can I handle the touch?
I think so,
for when you’ve craved something so much
you relish every bite,
every morsel and taste.
You never let lips take flight,
nor waste
the tender newness
and gentle caress
of what you’ve waited so long for,
sans haste.