Touch me...
Touch me underneath it all.
Touch me where it hurts... where your Summer meets my Fall.
Touch me gently with an affectionate suspiration.
Touch me relentlessly with your crave for animation.
Touch my imagination.  Paint me over sex.  Yes, brush, just touch.
Touch me now.  Fuck, just...  imagine that touch.
Touch me verbally with the devotion of your...  ears.
Touch my tears with your securities and your securities with my fears.
Touch my body intellectually.
Touch my incompetence, professionally.
Touch me, touch my mind, touch my wonders' sexually.
Touch me...  eventually.  Eventually...  you must touch.
Touch me with your selfishness.
Touch me a little then too much.
Touch my dreams with your...  tranquil delirium.
Touch my inner-hells with the potency of your angelic empyreans... 
'cause in your touch, in my...  inner vexed lust...
Lies bleed in numbers from Heaven's splintered ex-trust.
Touch my tempered steps and... order them into a cadence.
Touch my condensed rush and accord it with your patience.
Touch my art and touch my comfort with... your maintenance.
Touch my presence, touch my absence, touch my blatant facelessness.
Touch my independence with your...  need for co-existence.
Touch my floating intimacy to break this repeated mode of distance.
Touch my waters, touch my sands... but, but only enough to leave your imprints.
Touch me in an instant, lovingly... like a Mother does her infant.
Touch my prospicience...  with your misconstrued clairvoyance.
Touch my emotional tolerance with your self-defined annoyance...
Touch me...
Touch my...
Touch us...
Oh, my, why...  wont you just touch?
Touch me now.  Fuck, just...  imagine that touch.