By: Sydney Moyers
There's nothing quite alluring as the sensation of your soft, pale skin. Your presence stirs up a sense of calmness over my body. You are an extension of myself, and when I am touching you we merge together. There is this worldly desire for penetration, and the occurrence of pressing lips together is taken for granted. I like the way our tongues fight, and I want to be absorbed. In my mind, you have built a house. But apparently that's not enough for me. If I could teleport, I'd choose your soft stomach, with the constellation like freckles. The incredible phenomenon of kissing your neck, feeling your hair, and embracing your smell is like ecstasy. I'm a goddamn addict.