To be...

To be felt. By a hand that can feel the heart tilt. Trying to get closer to the surface. To connect with a palm playing it safe. With a gentle compression to flow with the pulse. Stealing a sigh that gets caught is a pause. To be heard as if a whisper. Giving a train to the mood to be chipper. All with flush fingertips trying to hold on. Wanting in for there's a need of more. Helping emotion adjust. Creating a balance of like, luv n lusts. To be the reason the mind eases back. As eyes close to reopen with hinges swinging with the bareness of the goodies craving to get attached. Witness is the vibe unseen other than in a stare. Telling self it's okay to play it fair. To be the answer to the last one to ever come along. As strokes tickle the flesh as if playing the body like a song. Fine tuning the nerves to relax. Enticing true intent to rise from depths as friends claim the facts. To be acknowledged as a guarantee. The at last landing beneath layers that hide use insisting to be freed. Feeling the heartbeat bounce from a cheek resting on the chest from dawn to dusk. To be alone with an all around crush. Falling into the deep. Throwing a shoot so the way down is enjoyed outside of endless dreams. As fingerprints touch with a tenderness. Caressing the well being of worth into a complete happiness...