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Emotion Tactile
Picture the masses of data transferred by a single touch
We'll separate them to strata and come to sense with some luck
First a touch so tender, at once testing and then assured
Proving that hard hearts can render, with hope for aching cured
Next a touch meant for harm, using physics as means for control
That causes the body great alarm, and at time contracts the soul
We come to a touch of play with a wayward jolly jest
That pushes insecurity away and oft feels the best
A hand that serves as a guide to bear a stranger land
That over your safety presides by the comfort it commands
But let this guidance fester and it becomes a noose
The leech's grip yields lesser, rarely letting loose
Now a quicker tap with vigor meant to catch your heed
Not meant to mimic rigor but for urgency and need
Then a primal touch of lust that borders on a squeeze
And when consent is in the trust it is quite nice - more, please
A sting touch that travels fast, the air around it with a hum
That seems to outstay its forecast, and cause a feeling numb
A waiting touch that falters off, and wonders whether it should stall
Maybe I should start soft? Or maybe touch not at all