Under my skin, you've been.
Driving me crazy with thoughts of hot nights.
Sweating, wordless moments.
A giggle and a moan.
Fingertips sliding gracefully down the length of your spine.
Your breath on my face, fast and throaty.
These thoughts invading my day.
Forcing me to seek refuge in work.
My body a slave to my overactive imagination.
It's your fault, really.