A craving I believe that only my body should know, a craving for the softness and kindness of your skin. The gentlest embrace, the safest warmth. A craving for the adoring, blissful touch of your lips, accompanying your fingers tracing the curve of my face like they so rarely yet so perfectly; do.
A craving for the fierceness and the aggression that often ensue soon after. A craving for the desire behind it, so evident and so passionate, a craving to sense the presence of your longing for me. A craving so strong, so deep, that I only hope to fulfill it in you; as you fulfill it in me.
A craving for you, and only you.
YOU ARE READING
Galaxies
PoetryJust a series of poetry/poetic works I create, intentionally or otherwise. My writing skills are a tad rusty, which is why I have not worked on "The Nightwolf" recently. (That will get fired up again soon.)
