Craving a touch

I am craving a touch, just a hug, nothing much. Hug my waist, touch my arm, kiss my cheek. You got me addicted to your touch. The way you would hug me, and let me rest on your chest, lulling me with the beat of your heart. The way you would squeeze my hand, and pry my nails from my skin, caressing the half moons reddening my skin. The way you would kiss my skin, leaving me red with the imprint of your lips. I now sit in class, and guess what, I have a crush, but I still feel the ghostly kisses of your touch. I sit under the sun, goosebumps rise under my skin, as I imagine your warm touch, caressing me like the wind.