Have you ever hungered for human touch? Felt like you were starving without it?
To me, there are two kinds of touches. A friendly touch. Where a hug can make you feel better and can bring a smile to your face.
Then, a needing touch. When their fingers press into your skin, and all you can feel is the pure heat seeping into you. When they grab your hand, your skin feels warmer and breath picks up pace.
I don’t think we get enough of the second one in life. Then again, I think we’re afraid to. If we were that feral with every potential lover, would there be anything left of us? If we unleashed ourselves like that, who’s to say we could reel it back in.