How nice it feels, a soft warm body
to press against it, it could be anybody
it won’t matter as long as it’s somebody.
Just want to feel warmth and care
surely that someone can spare,
love is something people should share.
Their heart doesn’t have to flip
you don’t care for a relationship
but maybe or maybe not a nice friendship...
It doesn’t matter, you just long for touch
it burns inside, you want it so much
it’s an urge you can not shush.
You need it like a junkie needs a drug,
an arm around you, a kiss, a hug;
from deep inside these longings are dug.
The touch addiction, a strong demand
in the fight for control, how long can you stand?
A man’s warm touch feels so grand...
These feelings always persist
your heart these feelings does assist,
so why should you have to resist?
An anguished tear falls...
You can not ignore the control that your duty calls,
duty and conscience trap you in solid walls.
You are a creature in torment,
never to savor a touching moment;
but this will change, won’t it?