I miss being touched
I miss being all wrapped up
in strong, hard arms,
feeling a chest against my back
feeling his warmth and heat
his protection
making me feel safe
making me sleep soundly, like a baby who was just breast-fed
I miss being tangled up in firm, strong legs, feeling the sweat trickle down the back of my thighs to the bend of my knees,
Feeling hard, rough feet scrape my ankle
but not hurting me, just a familiar touch and a missed touch
When will I feel it again
When will I feel it again
I’m ready, not just my body, not just the physical
BUT:
My mind, my heart, my spirit and my soul are ready to receive HIS touch in every space of my being
Please bring your touch on.
Bring it on home.
