I hunger for a sweet glimpse of you,
a primitive desire to consume you.
To take you, selfishly, ravenously.
I crave your touch, gentle fingertips
on my arched back, hands tangled
in my hair, lips seeking out every
crevice. Every hidden secret nook.
I yearn to hear your breathless words,
oozing honey into my ears, clogging
up my brain so I hear nothing but
your sugary hum.
I hunger for you but I know I will never,
not ever be sated.