Demon Inside
Your hands, your lips, your kisses,
They consume me.
Consume me like a fire;
A fire that has burned out of control.
That moment, your touch
It was enough to set me ablaze
With a passion and desire
That needed to be extinguished.
How perfect it felt right then,
To be in your arms,
Under your control,
To match you kiss for kiss.
No thinking, just acting.
Reacting to a want, almost a need
To be close to you.
A chance to show you how I feel.
This is a passion I cannot control
But only satiate; a demon inside.
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