Coming to a stop - I've lost count. Taste you once more, I shudder, No, don't stop to question, why do I keep going ? I don't know what I want, or maybe who I want...

Crawling under my skin,
Temptation is hard to fight,
My fingers curl in,
Trying to hide the button,
But you've already found it -

Whoops. I let that slip.