Touch me.

Touch me one more time. 
I feel more and more desperate to feel your touch again.

Touch me one more time.

I feel empty inside if you touch me like the last time
I would like to feel again how you walk through my entire being from inside and outside my body

touch me one more time.

My heart wants to be touched by you again and again and your lack is breaking it.

How long should I wait before accepting that inspiration had died in me?