Thoughts of you come to mind and I can’t help myself; I must have you.
I desire you so. I love having you, like what I put into you. I need you.
Thus I knead you, roll you around, spread you out before me, enticing me.
I smell your rich, earthy sweetness and my mouth moistens.
Things get warm. A rising swell. Soft, luscious mounds, too hot to touch.
Your intoxicating aroma drives me wild. I cannot resist; I have to taste you.
First a nibble, then a bite. I swoon with my lust for you. I devour you.
And I am sated by you.