Skin

My fingertips tingle with the urge to touch you.

You make me want to sin.

Goosebumps on my skin. The idea of you makes me shiver.

Thoughts of you consume and like a moth to your flame I’m captivated.  You’re poison to my soul I shouldn’t drink you down, but I can’t swallow fast enough.

There’s a place inside me where my demons live they corrode me and yet when you’re here they are silent. A blissful reprieve from the harshness of reality and like a drug I could fall into an addiction to you.

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