My body thirsts for you.  
I'm enslaved by you  
that I have no space  
for anything else.
Words, imagery, prose  
no longer quench  
the desire in me.  
I quiver at the thought  
of opening myself to you,  
of you tasting the dew  
from my petal,  
gradually coming undone  
only to have you gather me,  
piece by piece,  
reassembling me until  
I become the girl  
you yearn to possess.