Desire

She laid down daydreaming, sniffing the twilight. It was a constant hunger she could not just swipe it under her bed. Bread did not nourish her, dawn disrupted her. It was him, occupying her whole mind and body. Craving for his words on her body. She wished him to feather her with his sensuous syllables, to murmur his deep desire, and to paint on her the letters unseen by anybody.

The day felt both slow and fast. He took a breath and pace around hungry. He longed for the joy in her sleek laugh, the spark in her eyes, and the sovereign nose of her arrogant face. He starved for her mere touch, so she could know where he wanted her the most; between his chest and his legs. He swore to swallow the entire pleasure liquid and leaves her dry, only for her to drown in his oceans even more.

Here now they had strayed in the night through some dim glade where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light bliss. Silent and starving. He spoke the language of moon kissed nights. Gazing into her, a breathless intensity, setting her ablaze with every tickling hour. As if he was an archer with his swift hand at the bow, the arrows of delight shot through her body while their voices intertwined, low and deep, she screamed his name again and again.