Selfish embrace

Don't,
A word with such simple meaning
Don't call me,
Don't touch me
Don't ever come here again

Yet the words invisible
Call me,
Touch me
Come here and scrape me into your heavenly arms,

Melt my heart
Not with matchstick like I do,
Melt it with feelings,
And happiness and love,

Burn my eyes out,
Not arm with cigarette butt,
Burn them in lust,
Flames and desire,

And cut, the bad feelings,
Knock gun from tender fingers

Make my grasp weak,
And shivers with each touch,

Don't,
A word with such simple meaning,
Is lost in your presence,

Your selfish embrace.