You touched me today. You put your hands on my waist . The way you did it seemed more like you were asking for permission. They were more of a warming presence , a cherished friend asking to come in. Although, I know you don't mean it that way; frankly, you're too impertinent to care about if I mind your hands being on me. But it's odd for you to be so gentle. For you to put so much concentration into it to do it so calmly. It's almost as if you never meant to touch me, but, instead, to let your hands hover close eough to let me feel your warmth. And it's a curious thing to have bold and forceful seem so careful.
