I don't love him, but he is here and you are not

i want every part of you,
every part of you touching
my skin, my lips
my lips speaking your name,
your name,
your fucking name-
it’s a curse 
and a blessing every day,
every goddamn day
i can’t stop thinking 
thinking about your hands,
my hands,
touching, intertwining, tracing-
tracing every imperfection on my skin,
your skin, 
your lips, speaking my name,
my fucking five letter name,
it sounds like a song through your throat,
and through your throat
i want to hear it-
hear it against my skin,
my imperfect skin,
against your lips.


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