I want my skin to burn,
Yearn,
Scream,
Cry.
I want my mind to be corrupted,
Polluted,
With thoughts of you.
Only you.
I want to be up at 3am
Cursing you for casting
A spell that has me craving for even the slightest taste of you.

I want passion.
I want to feel a fire inside me,
Blazing,
Burning,
Incinerating my insides,
With just the mere thought of you.
  
I want to hate the days, hours, minutes, seconds
That I’m not in your arms,
Not feeling the ghost of your touches,
Etching your name in my skin,
Tattooing the trail that your curious fingers leave,
Marking the once blank canvas that is my skin.
Showing the world that I only belong to you.

I want you.