your secret touch
the brush of your hand
on my thigh
in quiet passing

it’s addictive

you know me
with my history
i never really
went for the bottle
like my mom
or for the pills
like my dad

but i’m going for you
and your smiling eyes
and i’m reaching for you
with hungry hands
wanting to tear the threads
that hide your body from me

i’m drinking you down
with a spiral straw
letting you fill me
intoxicate me
i’m popping you
swallowing you whole
falling asleep
under your weight

i can’t get the taste
of you off of my lips
but I don’t want to
I run my tongue
over and over
feeding my addiction





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