The Love Language of Touch

There is something so informative about the love language of touch. Some how, without words, I can know what you think of me. What you think of yourself. What we desire from one another. Touch breaks down the barriers of our bodies, revealing the truth that despite the illusion of you and me, all there really is is unity. When you touch in conversation, you wish to connect further than words can express. The pressure I apply changes a choke into caress. A man can be either strong or weak simply from a handshake. Somehow pressure informs again how much power comes from this man. My favorite is a hug. There’s so much to unpack. She hugs me and presses her body close to mine, she’s widdit. If she pokes her ass out, I’m a virgin forever. A quick hug says “nice to see you.” A long one says “I hope to see you again.” I remember one shawty used to have a habit of grabbing my hand. It always felt like she wanted to ensure herself she had me. Another always touched me gently, like she wanted me to know how much she cared. I’ve been told I’m one track minded, that all I think about is sex, but most of the time, I’m just trying to connect.

What does a touch say