Envisions quarantine edition

Envisions quarantine edition  
 
Contemporary touch satisfies  
Alternative touch overachieves.  
My mind races at the thought,
Touch.  
I need. I want. To be touched.  
Not just any touch will do you see.  
I need that oooohhhhh fuck, should I text him back the next day kinda touch.  
Grab my mouth and make me say your name kinda shit.  
 
 Hold on let me back up a bit.  
I need a mans touch. Someone who can do me right kinda touch.
Touch my mind, with your verbs.  
 Tell me what kinda of cooking you do,  with what kind of herbs too.  
How do you take your coffee and do you like your eggs, sunny side up?  
 
Touching my body with your tongue. Easing your lips to mine saying things like, hi I missed you, bringing me in remembering my smells,
Brushing my hair behind my ear
 I want to look at you and feel your touch.  
 I want you to place your hands on my butt and say god damn girl I missed you so much.  
 So yeah, I’d say this quarantine has me all kinds of fucked up.