I sit here and lay, thinking about the touch of a woman that I want so badly. But I know that I am not close, so very far away. I think, will I ever have that touch. I could almost care less about sex, but to have someone that will be by my side when when I go to sleep and when I wake. I think about the standards that I set and wonder if I will ever find someone that meets them? will I? or will I forever be alone?
The moon shines in on me, but it is of little comfort, I want that touch, need that touch. Once I woke to a phantome kiss, but do I really know it was phatom? It felt real and even stopped my breathing, but when I awake, there was no one there.
Oh to feel the touch. I think about the women I know, either I don't know 'em well enough, or they are currently involved. but would I even ask? would I wait till we both knew it was right? I don't know, and won't know for a while, until I find the one.