Forgive me, for I have sinned
the way these wild thoughts keep running through my mind,
like a fever I refuse to break.

I don’t know if we really had that moment,
or if it was just me
when I was freezing,
and you held my hand.
It was so warm, I almost came.

Your hands, God, so warm.
I can’t stop thinking about them.
I keep wondering what one would feel like on my face.

The thought of you in my head is blistering,
like food so hot it scorches my tongue,
but I refuse to spit it out.
I want to swallow it whole,
devour these thoughts,
and keep them locked in my head.

Since then, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.