I want to be touched. Hold my hand, let our fingers intertwine. Pull me close, hold me until I feel nothing but you. Rub my back, scratch my head. Cuddle with me. You can be the little spoon or the big spoon, I don’t care. Lay your head on my shoulder. Lay your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat, hear what you do to me. Kiss me. Kiss my forehead, kiss my cheeks, kiss my nose, kiss my lips. Touch me with purpose. Touch me absentmindedly. Touch me passionately like we’re about to go up in flames. Touch me lazily like time is just a word. This body is yours, take it.
Press your lips to mine. Be gentle. We’ll always have time for burning passion, but not now, later. Let’s be soft, let’s be slow. Take all the time you can to feel. My hands resting on your hips, your arms around my neck, there is nothing but us. We need nothing but us, but this warmth, but this touch we share in the name of worry’s destruction. Everything else can wait.
Kiss me, darling. We don’t have to entertain the universe right now. Let’s be selfish, let’s live for ourselves. Forget about everything else, we can worry later, together. But for now, let’s drink each other in. Feel. Taste. Bite. We are all that matters.