re: there is no logic when it cums to matters of the heart

I haven't been touched in 15 months.My body remembers what my mind cannot. Quivering thighs and sweaty palms. Lips licked wet with antagonizing anticipation. I play the collected role choosing my words carefully. Shy eye contact and cute fluttery blinks with questions. Too often do I feel like grabbing you by the shoulders and spitting out some plea like; love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me

There is no poetry here.