Yearning would be too simplified,
An Animalistic hunger crushes my pain
The lethal compulsion wires my mind,
Your calloused hands, Your firm hips and your generous smirk.

The wrists with scars, that I kiss
My coffee colored to your complexion
Your skin scented with  the faint woods.
The marks I have left from our love

My bite marks left, gently
Your spine and bones, against my tender skin
I crave the ease of your flesh against my mouth

My loud voice that you recognize me for
Each of my steps crush what is beneath
 As my mouth would with yours