Beyond this hunger and a thirst for more,
I seek something so much greater and worthy to explore.
Sitting in the small of my back,
Climbing its way up preparing to attack.
This tingling sensation…
Is so pleasurable so much more than my imagination.
I close my eyes…
Take a deep breath…
The craving is ever so present and domineeringly real,
It questions my sanity and charges my sex...
Removing the negative and raising the positive to a higher vibe,
I think I need a doctor to prescribe…
To alleviate, fix this heighten drive,
I'm about to break all the rules to simply abide.
The craving, the growling in my soul...
I am breaking in pieces from my whole.
The craving so passionate in design,
Making us wait painfully patiently until we can finally intertwine.
The craving- the magic, the mystery in all ways ever known,
Biting my lower lip not wanting my high to be blown…
All I can think about is sitting on your “throne”.
I laugh at my questions and thoughts of you...
...“ Do you taste as good as you look?”
….” What kind of sounds would you make if I…?”
……I stop myself from digging even further,
I am just going to keep being the observer…
...for now!
