The Want. To Be Touched 

It was an early morning. I could not sleep. The urge was strong. It had to be released. Allow me to paint the picture from this stream of consciousness 

Night remains idle 
Morning chips away moon’s glow 
Birds warm their vocals

This plight holds my gaze
Its’ current enters my veins
Thickened blood flows free

Heaven and this earth 
Loneliness surrounds thy soul
Your wisp makes me whole

Bees hovering blooms
Electricity ignites 
Fill me with that rush 

Hopelessly I beg 
Touch me. Hold me. Control me.
My body do caress

Do you understand
Possession, weakness, power
Over me, in me

I need to succumb 
My skin is cool. Cold. The strength
The warmth. Of just you 

Selfish whores, dark bars
Coyotes rape. The cats prey
Masculinity 

Chatter confuses
The birds orchestrate chaos
My mind losing hold
 
Color shades the sky
Away from the haze that holds 
Look into my eye

Too much to handle 
Take me from reality
Is this what is real

Deliver to me 
Touch every part of my soul
Keep your hands moving

Come and make me whole 
Run those soft strands all at once
Across barren land

Don’t stop. Close my fears
Held with intimate whispers 
Kiss away the tears

Massage deep inward 
Hazel eyes and sad good byes 
Shadows of the light

Stargazing so bright
Surrender is my demise
Be strong, see it kneel

Beneath golden hands
Let us find an ecstasy
Behold fragile hearts

Within your touch, feel.
Intoxication of dreams
Knead the emotion

Touch reality 
Be that embrace to the truth
Surrender is need

The heart is bleeding
The uncontrollable pulse
Concede to the wish

You give me reason
Intensity is my hold 
For you in return 

Skies that will turn blue 
Scatter my world to accept 
For contact that ends

With scouting fingers 
Peel away inhibitions 
Accept sculptured bliss 

Forever to linger
It will await the next time 
The want, to be touched

~ADayDreamWriter