starved for affection
ravenous for touch

he touches me softly
my skin begins to blush

his wet lips kiss me
his hands caress my face

desire jolts through me
how sweet and soft is the taste.

the firelight dances
across the wall

the trickle of rain on my windows
as night begins to fall

the storm progresses
with lightning and wind

the window blows open
but all I see is him.

wrapped in sheets
one being, not two

the sunrises softly
but the storm is not through.

my head on his heart
he plays with my hair

oh what I would give
to always be there.

this ravenous passion
that fills our souls

and drives us towards hunger
that few ever know.

no blessed rings
occupy our hands

just secret lovers
from distant lands.

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