Longing for my touch to feel like it's yours.
I begin the journey of my hand & let it take its tour.
The ache I feel takes my body over.
What my hand roams to do, remains undercover.
My body responds, but not how I need.
I pray for release and let it overtake me.
I know where to touch, but I lack the power.
That longing I crave from you, in the dark hours.

Erotic poetry...
A girl has to put it somewhere.