Insomnia

I can't sleep...
The memory of your fingertips
on my skin,
invades my mind.
The warmth of your body,
pressed firmly against mine,
dominates my thoughts.
The recollection of your lips,
hot against my cool skin,
sends currents of electric energy
rippling through my body…
Your teeth grazing my shoulder.
Your eyes, I remember,
seemed to penetrate the very walls
I so carefully built around myself,
to keep out the likes of you.
I can still feel your lips,
your tongue,
your teeth,
your need.
Oh, sleep,
come;
release me.

C. J. Spammer © 2017