Going Hungry*

He makes me want to tear
his clothes off him
off me
throw him down and give
him a tongue lashing
climb on top
ease onto his piece pipe
and melt like butter

My energy holds him in
that barrier of what's
real, captivating
him with my
fragrance
like sanity's quite need to
linger over his
sensitive tip
I close over him and
envelope his
vulnerable parts
I've been starved
too long