A Touch

I hear music playing so very far away. Sight is lost and it begins. A gentle brush of fingertips over skin. Skin that feels electric and so very hot. The anticipation has been overwhelming. This need to lay hands on you. I hover over you giving you the lightest of massages. I feel, smell, grasp, and take, always taking. My overpowering desire to touch and be touched. Deep and true, it runs through me, takes over me. Senses come alive and command my movements. It goes on without thought. I have become lost, spinning, drowning. Slowly, so painfully slow. I want to scream and shake the walls. It’s too much or never enough but it’s all I have to give.