I'm letting my longing for Manca slip

Although at moments I have pangs of desire. Like when yesterday, when we spent large parts of the day hanging out together, moving from the living room to the balcony, and back again, etc, and then she was fitting the length of my green slug-dress' arms. Her hands folding the material up and down, around my arm, made me feel really touch-starved. And standing so close to her, looking at her neck, I felt so close to stroking it, or kissing it, to see how she would respond, to ask her if she wanted me to continue. And today, at the end of the day after she came home from dancing class, and she was taking a shower while Carlota and I were hanging on the couch. Manca sung, loud and beautifully, and I dreamt of one day showering with her, while she would sing.