The touch and love

As i stand outside in the rain alone i think and i cry. if only i had someone to hold me,
to have the touch of his hands against my head.
as we lean in.. his hands slide down to my waist, with the rain poring down.
i tilt my head with softness as my hand grips his wet shoulder. My one hand glides on his sexy chest to his neck and stops at the side of his cute face. our lips touch and the motion is just right, not awkward just real nice.
from start to end it was perfect, he is perfect. he understands he can help, only him and no one else. the touch and love can only help