shivers down my spine
skin prickled at the thought of touches
from you
cold hands down my rib cage
under my chin
across my neck
my teeth on my lips
I'm getting too good at pretending
and I'm getting sick of this substitute.
I crave the real thing
and I'll have you
the next time I snap my fingers,
you'll come running like the puppy you are
and we'll make more memories for my fantasies...
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