Near you

I listen to Pure Bathing Culture's "Pray For Rain" and I touch myself with orange citrus fingers seeking sonic love from your memory. I couldn't ask for more than you to wrap those insanely warm arms around me. I need to be near you, I want to be part of you. Cool gaze and laughing smiles, arms brushing together while I giggle box and you watch. I wish I had been there, woken up sleepy still from your powerful presence. I feel that way when I'm with you, pretty and clever and sexy. I could do things for you, do them with you, if you'd let me.