The touch of you is something else. I am not overwhelmed by the sights or sounds. I'm not turned away by the feel or the fit. Rather, I'm delighted in how lost I get from you. How you know my body as though it were your body. The electric currents that run through your veins that shock my senses into a different state. That take away every thought, and make me only think of you, even when you're away. The longing and hope for you. Just you. Your laugh brings me back, reminds me your real, while my minds still reeling. Still... For now, I'll remain lost in your touch, your smile, and your voice. It's all I have, and want, for now.