amymay

There's this girl I work with who is cute, but not really my type or anything. Anyway, every once in a while she'll come by and really, she's not flirting with me or anything, but just like out of affection (we're fast becoming friends) she'll quickly run her fingers up my back when she comes and asks me a question about work or whatever at my station. Anyway, that touch there makes me DIE.

rub my shoulder, stretch my back, bend my knees, cross my legs
try drink, food, cigarettes - nothing seems to ease
I need contact - tac tac attack contact

-Peter Gabriel-

O love - I want to run my fingers through your hair, trace the curve of your hips with my palm, bury my nose in your neck

smell - touch - taste you

if that is wrong - I don't want to be right