I Crave Him Endlessly

The intense energy fills the air whenever we merge under the moonlight. The fullness of his lips rests, begging to be tasted.  I watch him, eyes tracing every curve, as I feel like a feast laid bare, ready to be devoured. He moves deliberately, awakening the beast enfolded in me. Each touch a spark, each brush of skin lights fires in the depths of my soul. The words that flow from his crimson curve pull an array of emotions from within me. My heart races as I ponder deeply... What will come next? Breaths mingle, damp and quick, the night clutching every gasp, every shiver, every pull for more. I crave him endlessly, replaying his touch, his weight, his warmth, an unquenchable flame etched into me, refusing to fade.