»I felt her stroke the tips of my fingers with her thumb while she continued to speak to people around the table. Touch. Oh, boy, everything is touch.«Dotik samo zaradi dotika. Dotik, ki je sam sebi namen. Podhranjeni dotikov se stiskamo, dotikamo se z izgovorom, da plešemo, medtem ko je vse, po čemer hrepenimo, čutiti potovanje mravljincev izpod njegovih blazinic.
Touch
»I felt her stroke the tips of my fingers with her thumb while she continued to speak to people around the table. Touch. Oh, boy, everything is touch.«
To touch just to touch. Touching as the sole purpose. Starved of touch we press against each other, with the excuse of dancing we stroke each others arms and backs when all we want to feel is the tingling of skin under his fingertips.
»I felt her stroke the tips of my fingers with her thumb while she continued to speak to people around the table. Touch. Oh, boy, everything is touch.«
To touch just to touch. Touching as the sole purpose. Starved of touch we press against each other, with the excuse of dancing we stroke each others arms and backs when all we want to feel is the tingling of skin under his fingertips.
Piše: MălaMu¡er
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