Cravings

Cravings. 3 am, my mind and my body is going crazy. I'm craving her body; how she stares at me, and her soft hand in mine; I'm wishing I was occupied with her touch rather than just feeling mines. I'm craving her presence. Just her in my eyesight is a blessing, though she might not think she's the finest impression, but just how she blinks is simply amazing. I'm craving her, all of her, Down to her toes and up again; I'm wanting her; Lord forgive me now, for my mind is sinning in action. Cravings. You're worth the wait, but damn, it's hard to resist for saving, After one kiss, my body blossoms, Bursting with this sensation to where I cannot help what I'm feeling and I want to attack, but I want to be gentle, Baby, you're making my emotions go crazy and mentally mental; I just want to be gentle. I'm never aggressive, but how you're pushing up on me is extremely obsessive; being wild has been more sexy than expected. Cravings. I'm craving her mind. And as crazy as my mind is now, I'm dying to experience how her mind is contributing. How her body is distributing, to me, her mind is beauty because of the way she's moaning. Like an echo from the ocean, waters erupting up shore, like it's begging for more land, and to be ironic, your sounds tend to be begging for me. I see you baby. As my craving, I'm dying for it. It's my desire to get what my mind is into, but it's even better because you want what I'm craving too. You are my 3 am craving.