Hungry

I lay awake hungry, tossing and turning. A familiar ache throbs in my body, that ache, like a hunger pain, that growls deep from inside me.
So powerful that it folds me in two and curls my toes like a famine taunting every desire.  I close my eyes only to imagine the decitant moans that pierce from my lips by your tongue whipping and lashing, gently, yet very deliberately and purposefully, licking, slurping and smacking speaking a foreign language only you and my body understand.  My legs wide spread for you to savour every single, solitary drop, as you devour the feast that awaits you; yours for the taking.  I grip your head with one hand the sheet in the other, applying slight pressure as you rest between my thighs.  Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, don't spill it!  Catch that--you got it!  Now, use both hands wrapped at that crease that meets my thighs, then, pull me in--closer  Yea, right there, that's right don't stop, until your done and make sure you clean your plate.  Feel my body begin to pulsate and girate, my legs begin to shake.  Oh yeah,  I forgot to ask, you swim, right?!  My bad, too late--