I seek she who makes me weak,... against my own self restraint, my pounding heartbeat far from faint. All of her. Her scent, her taste, her beauty,her giggle & smile,her reactions to my actions that drive me wild with arousal & desire... this fire, burning, yearning, pulse racing, breath taking. One chance, one hand she melts, I consume her to make her complete, weak, mutual mastery. My very life blood she does possess, with it, inevitable is the heavenly wet mess. Forth I will bring her sweet fountain of youth. Her reactions to my actions driving arousal & desire straight through the roof. Beyond simple desire, my need is dire. No longer merely a craving fuelled by lust, it is just that I must... Heed my need to feed