Poetry

Slap me,
Kick me.
Your touch,
I need it so much
In any form or hutch


Hold me,
Feel me.
Your touch
will leave me breathless
helplessly wishing it endless


Kick me,
Hug me.
Your touch
I am yearning for your hands and fingers
And their sensations on me that lingers
touch so powerful, it will turn my winters
into sweet, beautiful, warm summers.