Skin On Skin Poem by Alyssa Lynn

Skin on skin he told me, “it feels so right”, so if something that seemed so right, how could it be so wrong? But you see he was against everything I believed, he dared to break my every moral. Yet he wanted to grant my every desire, He would’ve used me if I let him, I think I did to a point. His tongue down my throat I always felt so forced, I hated the taste. Yet I loved his smell, he was like a drug only I think somehow I managed not to get “hooked” but then again like a drug addict part of me wanted more. Yes I dared, as his fingers crept I didn’t dare to let him have all of me, no. After he betrayed me I walked away, in a way I was relieved I could finally be free, no pressure. The truth is I suppose you could say I gave him power but when I told him “it’s over” I was the one in control. I would never again be intoxicated by that cologne ever again.