I don't feel guilty about it anymore.
The way my mind falls on you in the dead of night,
Tracing images of you across my memory.
There can't be anything bad in this.
In the wanting, the needing, to touch your skin,
To press my lips to your neck,
To run my hands along your ribs.
I can't stop myself now.
I'm giving in.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
I don't feel guilty about it anymore.
The way my mind falls on you in the dead of night,
Tracing images of you across my memory.
There can't be anything bad in this.
In the wanting, the needing, to touch your skin,
To press my lips to your neck,
To run my hands along your ribs.
I can't stop myself now.
I'm giving in.
