A target on my lips.
His kiss; sets off the conflict in me.
The spirit, the love, verse the sexual addiction, and need in me.
My body cries to be touched.
My soul desire to be took.
My heart wants to be loved.
My mind needs to shut the fuck up.
The temperature rises.
I pull him to my depths.
I’ve made too many mistake, for this to turn out to be right.
I know this night could haunt me.
And I don’t want anymore visitors, leaving parts of themselves, under my skin.
So should I cross the line, in the hope my judgement is right this time.
Could he be the one or just another foolish mistake.

Written by S.K.Jackson

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