She  ached
for  me.  
She  craved
my  hands,  
my  touch,
my  lips
  in   any  
form. She
just wanted
to feel  me
feeling  her.  
She  thought
I   would
    never  
understand,
  but  she
   was the
   one that
    didn't
understand,
   that my
   hunger
   for  her  
   was far
    greater
     than
  she  had  
      ever  
known before.                                                          ­        Jon York   2019