Touch

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.