Touch
I have forgotten how insecure I am. How much I judge myself everyday convinced that I need to lose weight, or put some make up on, or do my hair, and what clothes to wear that wouldn’t show too much of my waist. The day that he first laid eyes on me I felt like I could own the world with him. I felt that deep down I would no longer have to worry about these pointless things and all he had to do was touch me. The feel of his touch is much better than the satisfaction of an orgasm any day. Sometimes I would question myself why this was and I would only end up with the term; love. I don’t find it easy to let everything go and give in to someone completely but every time he’s around I can feel his presence near by and all I start to think about is his touch. The feel of his skin against mine it’s like nothing else before and all I want to do is just hold him close to me and never let him go. Knowing that, it scared me even to go near him because I knew once I got involved there was no going back. Well, I still haven’t gone back and now he lays besides me with a band to bind us together for eternity and I wouldn’t of asked for anything more than to have his touch on my skin every night.

