And if you were here… would you dare to touch me?

Sometimes I wish someone would just come up behind me…
slowly, silently…
and slide their hand across my shoulders.
Warm breath brushing my neck, just hotter than the air.
No words — only looks, touches, and that tension in the air right before a kiss.

I often wonder what it feels like…
to be held in someone's hands, to feel strong fingers trace every curve of my body…
not rushed, but with purpose.
As if the man doesn’t just want me…
he knows I want him too.
And that knowledge… is the most arousing of all.