Meathead Monologue

humans wanting humans

oh god, i miss the human touch.
all summer i had been wanting it.
and in the tiny instance i was given it,
i pushed it away.
for the truth is i only want it from you.
for some odd reason, some petty reason.
i just want to know what it feels like to have you behind me, wrapping your arms around me, digging your fingers into my malleable flesh.
what it feels like to cuddle up next to you and share the warmth of our bodies on a cold winter evening.
what it feels like to press our lips against each other's in a fit of genuine passion and love and heat.
oh god, i feel so alone.
i feel so far apart from you even though, at times, you really are just right down the street.
i want to hear my name fall from your tongue.
how would you say it?
loud or soft? smooth or raspy?
could you whisper it to me, and tell me you love me, too?
could you tell me you love me, if only i asked you to?
if i asked you to, you would do anything right?
because i feel as if i would.
oh god, how i long for you.
how i long for you.

r.k.