My Guilty Pleasure

a poem

Image by Damir Spanic on Unsplash

I know I shouldn’t but I can’t resist

The feel of your skin against my lips

I hand control to my body

As your touch shuts down my mind

I drink you in tasting every inch

Wearing your scent like a cloak

I submerge errant thoughts

In your whispered words

I fall I dive I surrender

All I want is you, my guilty pleasure

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