Poem: Addiction

They run across my fingers, 
Hopping from one to the next, 
Lingering, 
Tracing the outline with the small 
Curvature that makes me shiver.

As they move on further up my arm, 
A smirk grows on his face, 
As he draws closer and I pull him
Towards me to fulfill my addiction. 

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