Hungry for a touch
Hungry for a touch
Tinged with consent
Some dominance
And some tenderness
I am starved
Of a touch
That I want
On the corners of my cheeks
Neck, rounding my arms possessively
And with care
I am starved of a touch
Teasing me to surrender
To hold my knees in place
Daring me to beg
Hands surrounding me
Catching my every breath