I don't trust my body around you

dark chocolate skin flustered to a feverish red.
my words betray me becoming silky velvety weapons of affection.
my hands are restless my fingers tense hot wanting to touch.
my stomach plagued with butterflies and fireflies that urge me to want to kiss.
my mouth parched as I tried coping skills to get you off my mind but nothing works.
even my thoughts aren't safe yet I don't want them to be.
as the thought of you kissing me in different places only becomes a passionate habit.
yet I love loving dangerously.
a habit of wanting you desperately.
yet I can't trust my body around you.
your touch haunts me.
your whisper plagues my existence.
your body seduces me just by thought alone.
yet I want such things in the night.
to wake next to softness in the morn.
yet I want only you.
just you.
and the fever spreads.
the itch I'm dying to scratch.
yet heaven's doors are inches to reach.
a lust a passion I cannot deny.
these objects of affection I confided in.
emotions I try to convey.
I try to feel.
wanting you.
wanting you in HD.
wanting the fiery passions to be real.
the kiss I can taste on my tongue.
such sweetness.
wanting you naked.
wanting to devour you.
wanting to ravage you.
torn between the two.
falling hard.
feeling harder.
hotter.
is loving you wrong?
then let me be wrong.
filthy.
dirty.
wrong.
yet I don't trust myself around you.
yet I love it when I lose myself.
©darkmocha