you are an itch that drives me crazy.  A rash that spreads across my heart.  Poison ivy has nothing on you.  You make me scratch and scratch till I bleed…but still, no relief.  Inflamed is my soul, waiting for the burn to stop…will it ever stop?  Fingernails digging grooves into swollen skin, I need ice, snow, something…anything to stop this fire.  But its no use.  For every ounce of relief I gain, you sting me twice as hard, reminding me that you will always be there.  Buzzing around me, crawling up my back, swarming my body.  Making me writhe.  Yet only you can stop this.  Only your cool skin against mine, only your sweet breath, your touch.  You are the only medicine.  The only one that can help me.  Your kiss is the only relief.  Your love is the only cure.