a.k.a. You Are My Ulcer
I want your skin on me
Vein to vein, feel your scent seep into my pores.
I want to splay my hands across every plane you have,
Cradle, every curve.
I want to bite your calf, kiss the inside of your elbow,
And singe my breast against your ragged jaw.
I want to bite your lower lip,
And feed on it for hours.
I want to kiss. Your brow, your breast, your beard, your naked flesh.
I want to breathe you in; and die afresh.
And I want to see you.
To see if you see that I need you.
I want your skin on me.
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