poetry - Justin

It's so silly
I should be able to fight off this compulsion
But how can I even want to think of that possibility?
Light cinnamon and nearly silky soft
smelling of that faint musk
that ever present masculine scent
and tasting like nothing I can name,
your skin taunts me.
It calls to my lips,
a siren's irresistible song.
And there you lay looking at me,
your eyes wide with seemingly honest innocence.
Again I should be able to resist,
but I cannot find it in me to do aught but desire.