SkinMature

I've got you in my head
like a song on loop
the way your skin feels,
when it's pressed against mine
with my lips to your back
and it's been a few hours
yet
I can still taste you
I can still feel you
like a drug
that never left my veins
like the rain
dripping over my skin
that feels like
your lips
against mine
there is nothing
I enjoy more
than the fire
igniting between us.

The End

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