I touch people every day, with the start of the new semester there are more people and more hands hanging by more sides and more times for me to "accidently" brush against them. I wonder if they receive the same sudden thrill, instant chill.
Tommy, can you see me?
Can I help to cheer you?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you?
Oooh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Tommy, can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you?
Tommy, can you see me?
Can I help to cheer you?
Oooh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Why are we so phobic of touch? Why can't we just touch each other? I want to feel you and be wrapped around by your arms, your legs, you hair brushing against my face and my back. Let's be hispanic and then we can kiss each other and no one will stare, no one will glare, but they may just join in. Let's be children and then we wont care about manner, we wont stand back, but just caress.
Caress me.
Address me.
Bless me.
Dress me.
Make a mess with me.
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