I skim my fingertips across your smooth skin--
Feeling and pinching you.
You are delicate but resilient,
As my zealous hands explore you further.
You feel so familiar to me, but in every way that matters
You're completely new.
And while, I feel like I can predict where this is going--
How this is going to end,
I need you to bring me there.
I always get like this toward the end.
You're irresistible to me.
And once I've had you
Felt you
Consumed you
I place you among the countless others.
Physically forgotten
But eternally etched in my soul--
In the very stuff that makes me
me.
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