When you finally get to have me, where do you start? What will you do to help you quench that thirst? How do you take from me to get what you need?
Where do you see your hands going first? How will you touch me? How do you see your body claiming mine?
Hands touching me, mouth on mine, gasping for air, my hands grabbing on to you. Each of us clawing our way to each other trying to get as close as we can.
Lisa Gray 