...craving him
mouth watering...body aching from hand prints left...
hungry kisses in places, wet spaces, where his memory is felt...
tear stained face, perspired skin, devouring my resolve...
lost in the moment of body trembling...
he made me do what no one has ever done...
he made me believe...
feel as if I was that answer that he needs to mend his
shattered pieces as he tore me to pieces and I remain speechless
in his discovery...
...discovering me...
...he called me his rib...
...what more is there to give to my Adam...
but my heart...
