Lips are meant to be kissed. Cheeks are meant to be caressed. Eyes are meant to be stared at. Hair is meant to be fiddled with. Hands are meant to be held. Bodies are meant to be squeezed. Flesh is meant to be touched! Otherwise, they just dry up. They become rock, then sand. Then the sand fades away with the wind. All that is left then, is a spirit, a bodiless ghost; unseen, unloved, and untouched.