Unsatisfied

Tick-Tock, tick-tock I am waiting and waiting and hungering and lusting and wanting you, from Your smell to your skin it looks soft and dark and warm. I just want to run my fingers from your forehead down to your shins and just take all of you in. Like a masterpiece with your flaws, it's like a visionary meal and I want to feast. I stare at you because you have become my obsession my eyes are glued and it's embarrassing ...but I can't help it. I am starving and the only proper meal is you. I wish you would just let me feed in peace because I am just so hungry. Tick-tock *sigh* I guess I will just starve.