I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing
                        flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so
                        lightly round his or her neck for a moment,
                        what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and
                        looking on them, and in the contact and the odor
                        of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.

                                                                          ~Walt Whitman
                                                              Leaves of Grass, "I Sing The Body Electric", Chapter 4