Frozen by her gaze,
I commit her every detail
to memory.
Long slender legs
snake upward,
sheathed in smooth ebony,
a second skin.
Curved waist
a man’s hands
could hang onto for an eternity.
If only I were a man.
Delicate fingers
skilled in bringing pleasure
and perhaps…pain.
Definitely pain.
A snowy expanse of neck,
a pulse beats beneath her skin.
It calls to me,
but not in the usual way.
This thirst is different.
Not for hunger,
not for dominance,
not for thrill,
but for longing.
~Drake