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Craving

I crave the kind of love that is dark and perverted, but beautiful in its intensity. I want your body to yearn for my touch when you are not in my presence. I want your mind to weep for the thoughts only I can provoke. I want you to crave the kind of temptation only I can provide. I want to sink into the abyss of endless prospect with you; I want to taste your thought process. I want to arouse your mind as I do your body. I want to drive you mad with want. I want you lying awake at night with thoughts of all the sweet, dirty things I could do to you. I think about you not being willing to relieve that unbearable ache between those succulent thighs. I think about how much I would love to get on my knees and worship your body like it deserves to be. These wants plague my mind constantly.