Touch

Haunting me in daydreams and teasing me during sleepless nights, you know the power of your hands even at a distance. Simultaneously, I get my vengeance by taunting you with my own tactics. Darling, we're masochists and we can't get the taste of our skins out of our mouths. We hope our flavor will last forever so the memory of us can be triggered repeatedly. We're traumatized and we know we love every moment of this torture. The only part that hurts is the distance. As long as we're physically apart, we'll never merge our souls or tangle our heartstrings. We need it. We need touch.