The eye contact’s
To make sure you’re 100%
Human, not sheep

The smile’s
An extension of myself
From across chasm of this room

The hug’s
Real, reassuring
I am 100% human, too

The fingertip’s
A silent request
To come a little closer

The whisper’s
To breathe sweet nothings
Inside your aural ocean

The kiss’
To hold your breath hostage
For one instant, for good reason

The mission’s
Always been, always will be
To raise the vibrations of pleasure
Past the five senses, and into
Planes of kink-xistence