Jag längtade aldrig efter uppmärksamhet tills jag smakade din

I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?