If I touch you will you respond? Will you let me take the next step? Will it feel as good to you as to me? We spend our lives divided, each on a different side of some imaginary line we fear to cross, aching to embrace, but scared we might not accept the next step such a touch might bring, aching without reason when if I touch you there or elsewhere the pain will each into pleasure, and we might find this touch in that place is what we wanted from the start. If I touch you there will you care enough to let me take the next step?