Lustful Rash

My skin burns with the intensity of a sting. I can't help it, it comes from inside and wraps my whole body into a knot. As much as I touch myself in a desperate attempt to bring peace to my skin I can't, when a war is happening inside me. The snake that lives inside of my lower back starts to move. Softly with a pulse. To look into her is to lose myself. As I get hipnotized by her sensual dance the lustful rash goes through my whole skin. Expression is hold for the one that can charm her. Through the trail I walk for the one. To find, not one can tame her. She viciously devours her dinner and goes to rest in her inner coner. Pulsing, waiting for the one that is waiting.