skin hunger

i burn for the touch -

the heat of summer’s sun, blazing down is barely enough,

as blood is still cold, when the surface is warming up;

with these hands, i cover me, in comfy polyester fleece,

pretending, this blanket is, a human soul with layered skin,

smelling like vanilla and cinnamon,

the scent of Autumn’s unnatural aroma.

Skin to skin, heart to heart,

i bathe in the warmth of another;

deep inside, this body feels.. whole once more.

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