It scares me to death that I might not
Resist this desire
To hold onto you.
I'm a thousand miles away
From sanity, yet the sickness
Is twisting into something
Lovely.
Addicted to your voice,
And to your smile,
And to your eyes.
It scares me to death that I might not
Resist what I thought was impure,
Yet now it dangles before my eyes,
Acting attainable and true.
I might survive the night
Without the right touch,
But my thoughts will continue to
Travel towards the sinful
Actions you aspire.
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