Desire and Lust of a Twenty Year Old

Let me crawl into the depths of your skin.
Where it folds and builds skin cells with sweat
that reveal the deepest parts of you. Allow me
to breathe you; deep and slow and methodical but
imediately like cocaine. Like a desire I'm
learning how to grasp. That I can't quite
control yet. Allow this of me, please. Show
me the folds that stink too much for the
rest of the world, let me consume you.