I need the physical contact
The hugs and the kisses
I don’t do well with just talking
Never getting to lace my fingers in theirs.
I need the person I care about close enough to touch,
To look in their eyes and feel myself swoon.
He makes me laugh
His silly little voices
His random accents
When he spontaneously yells something out,
Always at the right moments when I need a smile.
I wish he would know I’m not joking
Wish he could see my face when I tell him I’ll bite him
Or that I want to find my boundaries.
I always thought I would want a specific sort of guy
Big, tough, perfect life, and dominant
But now I’m finding I would like someone strong in themselves
Someone I’m equal with,
Someone much, much like him.
The more I talk
The more I don’t want to get off the phone
More and more I wish he was near enough to touch.
“Good night chica”
My heart pounds, wish he knew how that name effected me
“Good night Rob”