The Quenching

"Breathless need"

You make me hungry.
You make me thirsty.
I want to taste where your curves end and begin.
I want to drink your wetness after you can no longer keep it in.
I love your hair caressing my skin, because it stokes my inner desire from within.
Your touch makes my mouth speak in tongues.
I love your silhouette, because it adds mystery to your sexiness.
In the light you rival sun with your glow.
Every day you fill me with want.
And every night we dance just right.