him.

I craved him.
his gentle yet firm touch,
his musky scent,
his possessive demeanor.
his whole being intoxicated me.
he held me captive,
and I didn't want to be rescued.
in his presence I was always satisfied,
in his being I was genuinely infatuated.
he was starving,
and he eagerly devoured me like I was his preferred meal.
he was dehydrated,
and I was wet and ready to quench his thirst.
he demanded my compliance,
and I willingly gave him all of me,
over and over again until exhaustion consumed us.