Addicted Again

I am addicted

to the press of your lips
against mine,
to the tremble of your fingers
against my skin,
to the sound of your voice
as you fill me up.

I can’t stop tasting you on my tongue
even after you’ve gone.

Even after months of wanting,
I can still feel the ghost of
your hand in my hair,
your mouth on my neck.

I’m addicted to how I feel
when I’m with you,
and I’m afraid I’ll never feel that way

I’m afraid that I will always want
your flesh against mine
and I’ll be broken without it.


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