Emotions are damn confusing, but create art

sin and skin

A feeling so foreign it burns my skin
To crave your touch feels like sin

Never have I been held so softly as i imagine you could
But what am i kidding like you ever would

For Your hands make me sin
But your words so harsh it could break my skin

Touch starved
- that I am-
But gods o damn

I just want to be held

I just want to the first choice
When in a crowd you hear my voice

I just want to be your love
Your only precious dove

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This is still rough around the edges but inspo struck so I wrote