Sunday, March 3, 2013

Fifty Fifty


Her skin, I constantly crave
My mind can't seem to forget
The soft ring of her nave
Or her hair soaking wet

It drives me insane
How much I obsess
It drives me to pain
For one simple caress

I've abandoned all Love
For this carnal desire
Just one more shove
And I'll end up in fire

If I never kissed her
I would have wished I had
If I just missed her
Might it, too, be this bad?

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