I'm starving, famished really.
Deprived of your body is a punishment no woman should have to endure.
I need you here. Laying in my bed.
In my arms.
Naked.
I need to smell your musky scent, that only you have.
I'm starving, famished really.
Deprived of your touch for to long is a torture no woman should have to endure.
I need you in my arms.
Naked.
I need to run my fingernails down your back.
I'm starving, famished really.
Deprived of your sweet mouth, and the taste of you seems like an eternity.
I need you by my side.
Naked.
I need to taste your body, licking, biting, kissing everywhere.
I'm starving, famished really.
By, J. Scears
