New music discovery! Sooooo good.

I think you know right away with someone. Their skin calls to you. That first night. If it doesn't go well, walk away. If it does go well, run like hell. With us, it went both ways.
  Jenny's skin was like an open book and I read her like a song I might have memorized years before, forgot, and then found again one day. Found myself prompted by someone else to quote it. Tasted every word on my tongue before I even knew I could sing them.
  Our skins rubbed together. Our skins together. Our skins.
  We had no bodies. We had no bones. We had only skin. And scent that seeped out from underneath and found its way in.
  She like peach candy, sour soothers and Popeye cigarettes. Me like salt, hickory sticks and Belmont Milds. Soap, sweat, sex.