I await the day you brush against me
Accidental, like every other touch from you
You're bound to become comfortable
With me, with yourself
With the desire of affection
Giving and receiving becomes a craving
Once you're shown tender love,
Nothing else matters except the next
Of course, accidental.
"I didn't mean to."
No, you're human
Every soft touch that is given
is felt as a lick of electricity
Every smooth gesture I do for you
is an invitation for reciprocation
I don't ask for much, and neither do you
A touch is a gate to my heart
And suddenly, I have so much to say.



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