I LONG FOR A HAND TO TOUCH ME by Rhonda Ceccato

I long for a hand to touch me, to caress every part of me.

I long to feel the warmth of a woman’s breath against my neck and I crave for deep endless conversation.

This time now is so lonely that the quiet is deafening. The absence of another’s energy almost feels like my world is void of emotion.

I long for the days when such energy created laughter and tears ~ just a feeling ~ any feeling but lonely.

I long for a hand to touch me so I know I am here.