I was thinking about the touch of things, people.  I remember the feel of my signifcant other's skin when I would stroke him, how smooth it felt and how clean he smelled.  I would have him face down on my bed so I could rub his back and arms, massage his legs and butt.  Just touching him was so relaxing, and since he was lying face down with his eyes closed; I could explore to my hearts desire.  When you care about that person and you get to touch them all over and taste them, there is really just a calm that I feel.  I miss that part of a relationship. 

When my sons were babies, after their baths, they would love me to rub their legs and feet with lotion.  I'm sure I'm not the first mother that would massage their child and maybe that is why we crave someone's touch and calm that comes from it.  You could feel the caring and love.  Touch and smell, you can recall so many memories.  Their tiny hands touching your face, your partner after a shower and the memories of those times.