Contact

Contact. I live for it. Whether it is of the eyes or a pleasant scent to the noes. This contact could be as simple as landing in your presence like an alien landing on earth I want to explore your herbs. Contact. It puts my senses on overload. Contact like my lips hungrily reaching yours. I crave for it. I've dreamt of it. Body to body contact. Mind to mind contact. Contact through a text or a phone call. The moment my eyes see that blush of color on your face sends a message of contact to my brain saying that you want the same type of contact I've been hoping for. So what is next after that type of confirmation? The contact of the door hitting the lock and than the contact of skin on top of skin. And the heat of our body temperatures rising. I have made contact.