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I love to see you. It really makes me feel so good. Just being near you makes me feel so alive. I look at you and I see so much that I have craved for, so very long. But what I really like, what makes me feel so wonderful that I almost cannot stand it, is touching you. Sometimes I want to hug you so badly, and you let me, and it means so much to me, you could not possibly know. My arms go right around you, my heart is in my throat, you'll never know what you do to me. You'll never know how much I care. You'll never know what touching you means to me. I want to lie on a couch, with some stupid TV show on, your couch or my couch, it does not matter, and I want my body to be next to yours. I want to curl up next to you, you in front or me in front, I do not care. I want the warmth of your body to press against me. I want to touch you. Gilligan's Island would be fine. I could handle Star Trek reruns. The TV part is just a device, a way of getting next to you. I want to rub my fingertips across your shirt. I want to smell your hair. I want to touch you. If nothing happens that's OK. If I do not turn you on in that way I can handle it. It is not important who has clothes on or who does not. We do not have to do anything. I only want to touch you. I need it so badly, my fingers caressing you, my attention all upon you, my being focused on you - right next to you, please, oh please, oh pretty please with cherries on the top. May I touch you ? If you want me to behave I promise I'll behave, well, unless you change your mind, but really, honest, what I need so badly is to touch you. I want to be good to you. I want to make you happy. I want you to know how I feel about you. Please, oh please, oh so desperately please... May I touch you ?
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