you were nothing
but merely a simple want
I've learned to deny myself.
Until your hands
brushed against my skin
and sent shivers
down my spine.
A shiver that was
set not by the cold wind,
but by the warmth
of your fingertips
trailing across my neck,
towards my back.
That was when
a simple want
turned into
something more;
into this clawing need
right here
deep in my gut
that I could never
deny myself any longer.
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