Hands
on skin
on bodies
on fire
quench
that strangely
infernal
desire
to hold you
to have you
to touch you
to want
your smile
it teases
your fingers
they taunt
your lips
are too perfect
your voice
I sigh
you've kept
me on
a drugless
high
and when
you gasp
aloud
my name
I think
I'll never
be
the same.
I can't
say what
it is
'bout you
that makes
me do
the things
I do
but I
can say
for real
that I'm
going
to make
it work
this time.