His Touch...

His touch,

is never selfish, never cold.

...oh so calming.

His touch,

reminds me that I am desired.

...oh so soothing.

His touch -

tells me how he's feeling.

...oh so loving.

His touch is his love language. 

It's playful, never violent.

It's sensual, never rough.

...oh so needed.

I know it anywhere.

EXCEPT TARGET!!!

His touch was unlike any other...

As I leaned over looking at "unmentionables",

my butt cheek was met with one unsuspecting, swift, hard smack.

IT SOUNDED OFF! It startled me and angered me.

I dropped my purse, turned around with jaw dropped, and fists raised.

You know, the square off stance LOL.

I'm thinking "I'm bout hurt whatever ninja this is".

With his hands in the air, tears in his eyes, laughing uncontrollably-

he says "GOTCHA!" 

His touch, 

finally rubbed me the wrong way.

...oh not so funny. 

His touch, nearly got him assaulted.

I was relieved that it was his touch, still irked. 

Once he pulled me to him (still laughing), his touch made me smile.

His touch, his warmth made me feel safe again. 

He plays too much!

His touch. His touch. His touch.

#HisTouchMakesMeCrazy

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