The Feel Of Skin Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

it's nice to feel close to somebody again
to have somebody there that wants to hold your hand
to lean back your head, rest on a friendly shoulder
makes me never want to grow any older
I never knew how much I truly missed the feel of skin
missed those strong fingers, and your chest I feel is sin
even the rough squeezes on my side that make me squeal
that give me tender bruises, I still love the way you feel