I have a desperate craving for all of you—every last inch of you. I want your words sweet like honeysuckle, and your voice calming me when I feel restless; I want your mind and all of the thoughts buried within the crevices of your brain; I want your hands resting on my waist and your fingers caressing the sides of my face and your lips searing my skin. I want your breath mingling with mine; I want all that your beautiful imagination can possibly think up; I want your eyes on me, unrelenting and reluctant to blink. I want more of you than my poor little soul can handle.