Wear It.
There's something about seeing
you with my hoodie on
that makes
my skin
flush
and
my heart
race.
There's something about inhaling
the intoxicating aroma of your skin
that makes
my temperature rise
and
my body
ache
for
you.
Darling,
come home.
Hallucinations haunt me at your absence.
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