erm a poem

im not like a writer or anything, and my grammar is probably shit, but heres a poem i wrote abt a girl ive been yearning for 

if i kissed you

it would be as something holy fell onto my lips 

and i would fall into your arms 

with want with need 

press my face against your chest 

a trembling mouth to your heart 

gripping onto your shirt 

as if letting go would let go of this moment 

the air, it would be sticky and cold all at once

but i would be too focused 

on your skin against mine

finally your skin against mine 

my hands would go off 

they would wander 

and find parts of you 

that i had forgotten to praise 

i would squirm 

skin sick with sin 

this is wrong this is wrong 

but my mind wouldnt listen 

you can never know 

about these thoughts of mine 

because your heart is pure 

when mine fails to be kind