Every pore awake
alive
excited
at the prospect of caresses yet to come
wistful yearning
physically unable to let go of the hopes
the dreams
the expectation
each hair standing straight
completely alert
dying for the first breath
the first kiss
the first tender contact
the first solid proof that I am not alone
living in a tactile world
sights and sounds abundant
but none that you can trust
without touch
People come and go in fleeting glimpses
hearing, seeing, but not feeling
never feeling
silently crying out to whoever will listen
my need to be touched
to be held
to feel that someone else is there
that someone else knows that things that cannot be conveyed with words or gestures
things you can only feel by making contact
sharing in the glorious sensation of togetherness born only of touch
But until then I wait
endlessly it seems
yet I'll always wait
until I find someone that needs to know I'm real
needs to feel my skin
feel my warmth beneath their fingertips
And when that day comes I'll smile and the past will be forgotten

Because the wait is worth it

Your write is beautiful Euphoric

"sharing in the glorious sensation of togetherness born only of touch"..........

Yes! How true...

a great write