First Touch

Did you know that the first time you ever touched me-
in the parking lot of your little store-
when my friend and I  drove there to pick up her furniture
You touched my arm as I sat in the passenger seat of her truck-
Oh my God!
How that one touch sent a spark through my whole body-
something I never felt before with anyone-
It both excited and terrified me-
I was so afraid for you to touch me again-
When you reached for me and I backed away-it was out of self preservation-
You standing there looking at me-God! - my knees grew weak and my heart-
oh my heart how it pounded-
My friend and I got out of the truck to help load-
you walked up behind me-put your hands on my shoulders-
you rubbed the back of my neck- underneath my ponytail-
oh how I felt I would just melt right there onto the pavement-
I knew I was in trouble-that this-that you- I would never get over-
And you know what?- It is still the same-every time you touch me-
that spark still shoots through my whole body-
I still feel the same excitement- the same terror-
but I have never backed away again from your touch-
Because even though I know I'll never get over this-over you-
I also know I would be quite fine with melting into those hands-
I'd be happy to be a puddle at your feet-