It’s hard to stop reaching out when you’re so used to being free to touch.
It’s hard to stop his hands when you’re so used to expecting him to make contact.
But wait…How can a habit form, when there’s no history there?
Just like BB King and the sultry Peggy LeeOnce a habit forms–its hard to get free.At first I thought it innocent enoughrandom, girlish thoughts of youmade me smile, they often made me blush…But this is not innocent at all. Its turning me into second-guessingHow does one express to a guy she knows that a physcial Jones is festering?Physically this is no gameHow exactly do I make it plain–that I can’t breath you in and not desire to reach out, to touchto ensure that your feelings are the same.My pheromones , your Ecto-hormones calling us to both pursueI can’t give in… because if I do, it’ll belittle my truth:that the outer man’s nature is sexual desirea carnal liquor–180 proof.Yet still I admit, I do have a needso with a resonable spacei mention merely to give heedof Fingertips that tingle from want. a body that tingles from expectancy.I’m anxious because anything farther than arm’s lengh is indeed too far away from you it seems.With all things so new, how could i be this aware of you?A Strapping young felllow; trying hard to keep him at bayI confess, A new desire, a wanting needa habit i never knew I had, I’d say. (C) KD Tarte