Starving

Never filled  
Unquenchable thirst  
Insatiable need to feed  
Hunger is too light of a word  
Pleading for a drop  
From the internal well  
Within reach  
Salivating at the prospect  
Body response to a touch of bliss  
Glistens and shines across parched lips  
Greedy tongue licks the slit  
Moans need no explanative  
Nipples harden to a peak  
Pleading their needs  
Your mouth they seek  
Prayer hands pressed tightly  
Trying to stave off needing them nightly  
Mental carnality does not work  
Throbbing so much it hurts  
Wet through hide made of leather  
So wet clothes cannot weather  
Just let them touch  
My lips and to your tip  
Just let them  
Touch