I crave your soft lips against my own matching the rhythm of our hearts.
I crave the sounds you will make as your hands follow a heated path of desire down my body.
I crave the lips that follow it before descending on my own with an intensity that I can compare nothing else to.
I crave the molten heat you bring with every word you've ever spoken to me.
I crave your husky voice that fills with desire as I describe just what exactly I want from you.
I crave you so much that sometimes this craving scares me.