Imagining the First Touch
Because I love the way you’re in my thoughts.
Before anything happens, I imagine the very first time someone would touch you while I’m there.
It’s not about what they’d do — it’s about watching you feel it.
That moment your body registers it’s not my hand.
I wonder if you’d close your eyes or keep them on me.
I don’t even need to see what happens next — sometimes the first touch is enough in my head.