sharp and dangerous

The chill of a new December shivers my spine
Unreasonable thoughts swirl through my mind
Like snowflakes falling to earth
Whispered suggestions flash in my head
I'm encouraged to bring the thrill I'll regret
These whispers shouldn't hold any merit or worth

It's been so long since I've felt your touch on my skin
You're cold and you're harsh but I long to meet you again
You'll make me feel like I've got control
I know I need to remain eschewed from you
But my lust for the rush tears me in two
Just like the way that you take your toll

The tastes, the colors, the wonderful sting of it all
The memory of the sensation is feeling so dull
But you're sharp and dangerous, I miss the feeling so much
Why must I destroy myself to regain your touch?