I miss your touch I wasn't planning to I never thought I was the guy Who'd long for that body And kissing wasn't to be looked forward to But here I am I thought I was the type Who would love right And if ever, miss the feeling, not the body But then, what is right Is it too wrong to miss your feel? I ask myself I did fall for you Before I even imagined a touch Your voice, your look, Lol, your eyes, my world was shook. It somehow feels sinful to wish That when I push my head into a pillow That my arms could wrap around your waist And that I could turn to sneak a kiss So fallen prey to my hormones, I call it Somehow feels a little more though For when the sky is cast, and down it pours That the thing I miss isn't the touch, What I miss is it being, yours.