Craving,

the feel,

of fingertips,

or a beautiful set,

of lips,

along my hips,

inner thighs.

Wishing you,

would drive me,

wild.

Clutching,

fist fulls of sheets,

while you,

tease me.

Delicate line,

between love,

and hate.

Your tongue,

sends the lonliness,

away.