Most people associate physical touch as sexual.

It doesn’t have to be,

There’s levels to it.

Some levels we don’t experience until we find the right one.

My spirit knew I was ready when he entered my life.

His introduction was everything I needed. 

You should’ve seen how he’d stare into my eyes before tapping me on my right cheek producing a smile.

The way we’d walk down the street and he’d casually bump into me to throw me off balance.

In the midst of a deep conversation or for no reason at all,

He would hold my hand and a calmness would come over me.

My heart melted into a pool of bliss each time he’d wrap me in his arms,

And just hold me for hours saying nothing. 

No words were needed,

The comfort of being secure in his arms was enough.

In my moments with him, I received what I needed from physical touch.