That touch
accidental contact,
a grazing pass that takes your breath.
Prickling of skin under their exhalation.
Butterflies in your belly,
incurred by a glance.
Yes you have it bad,
you haven't a chance.
Nerve endings inflamed with anticipation.
Fired by wishes and imagination.
Gasping for air,
from this charged atmosphere.
Eyes that swallow you whole.
Frighten of falling in.
Of being so exposed.
Unable to break the contact.
In falls heart,
closely followed by the soul.
Wisdom says run,
but your rooted to the spot.
Breathing now rapid and hot.
Skin aching for caress.
To be embraced,
held in sheltering,
caring.
Encased
Maybe's and daydreams,
engorge the mind.
Inspiring imagination,
with frivolous suppositions.
And that from just a touch.
A kiss would surly,
stop time dead still.
