"because his touch is fucking addictive,
  his hand on my cheek,
  his breath fanning my face,
  his gentle fingers moving my hair out of my eyes,
  damn me to hell because I fell in love again,
  with another guy who's touch makes me want to     sing, his touch fire against my flaming red cheeks,
  his overly soft yet chapped lips stealing a kiss off my cheek, I'd be lying to say I don't long for it again.
  I mean come on, why does his touch have this fucking affect on me?
  he cares. he fucking cares about me. and loves me.
  maybe that's it. But I'd be damned to say I didn't wish he was mine, because damn it.

i
want
him"