Crave

 candles burning body yearning for his attention....gliding from my feet to my thigh I  assume the position....why ask why head tilted,  back jilted, the hills of my village you plunder & pillage  transforming my body feeling the  wonder my womb asunder....splitting my lips grabbing my hips.....my moans grow fonder he says quite your storm I beg for the thunder tasting me til my tide rolls in I can't hold it no  longer I crave I  hunger  his lightening strikes my vitals Spike heart racing pressure is high striking back sensing the lack ..... of his soldiers front line drag my nails sending goosebumps down his spine......loosing his rhythm can't say a rhyme we release same time