Author’s Note

Under My Skin is a celebration of the magnetic, uncontainable energy that captivates and lingers. It’s about someone who burrows into your bones, ignites your imagination, and refuses to be tamed—someone whose presence is both a spell and a fire. This poem honors that intoxicating pull, the way desire can intertwine with admiration, and the beauty of surrendering to a force that refuses to be ignored.

Under My Skin
Poetry by Rowan Evans

She’s got that,
witchy ‘n’ bitchy energy—
I love that.

She hexes me
when she texts me—
in the best way.

She is—
under my skin,
in my lungs,
deep within the marrow,
burrowed in my brain.

My heart? (Thump-thump)
It beats for her.
My mind?
It dreams of her
the moment my eyes close.

She lingers—
a spell I never want broken,
a fire I never want tamed.

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