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You made my skin crawl

in the greatest of ways

with the scent of peace

like a perfume expelled

from self-imagined inadequacies

not to be found in those dark eyes.

It wasn't enough

you dug into my brain

with your fingertips

spilling hidden secrets

and so sweetly coerced me to admit

too the simplest of urges.

I see the soft flesh

And will crave till it pains

till loss of control

I bathe in the moment

feed hungrily from your beautiful soul

and fall until you let me go

RWH