Contrary

I long to feel
A shiver chase
Across my skin,
To feel a whisper
Tickling my ear.
I long to feel
Soft lips caress
My neck, my cheeks,
My mouth.

Yet I long to feel
Bites, harsh and raw
On my shoulders,
Nails dragged down my back.

I yearn for love and tenderness,
I yearn for passion and lust.
Utterly contrary.

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