I want to touch you

I want to touch you.
 
I don't need any indecency. I don't need any nudity. All I want to do is touch you.
 
A skim of fingers. A handshake. Even the passing of an object.
 
What would really please me is a hug.
 
A siimple, uncomplicated hug.
 
With your arms wrapped around me loosely, your fingers resting on my clothing so that the cloth barey touches my skin.
 
 
Lord, have mercy. Please, really do.
 
 
Wow. You came too close.
 
Two...four feet too close. But those four...two feet felt like "Death Of A Slave" (Martin Carter) and "Death Of A Salesman (Arthur Miller) maybe even a little bit of Tennesse William's Glass Menagerie, all combined.
 
Torture!
 
And yet they felt like "The Second Sons Trilogy" (Jennifer Fallon), "Pride and Prejudice" (Jane Austen) and great performances that have reduced me to trembling.
 
Breathtaking Ecstacy...
 
Mercy! This is insanity.
 
This emotional roller coaster is going too fast for me.
 
I feel like crying heartbreak tears along with the I'm-so-happy-I could-cry solo.
 
And yet all I could do...was nothing
 
All thoughts ceased.
 
 
Pitifully
 
 
Restraint was still avalable.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sincerely,
Shaziane
 
 
P.S. Do forgive the format. But this is simply how I felt it come. REleasing that just as is felt good! Peace.