Poems.

Touch.

I want to hold you.

I would love to play with your hands while you're watching tv.

Or hear your heartbeat with my head on your chest.

Or just have our hands intertwined and walk around the block late at night.

Hell, we could be watching a Disney movie with your 8 siblings and just have my head on your shoulder and your three year old sister right next to me. (She's my favorite other than you (obviously) and your nineteen year old sister.)

Or to hug and rock back and forth in your backyard.

Or on the swing watching the bonfire, gently swaying.

I want you here.

And I want to play with your hair because I know you like when I do.

I just crave your touch.