I crave for your touch
for your fingers sliding through my hair
following down to the end
reaching my breasts

I crave for your touch
to hold them
to feel their weight in the palm of your hand
for your thumb to brush across my nipple
for it to harden in anticipation

I crave for your touch
for the feeling of your lips
showering with kisses
for your tongue and your teeth
to lick and tease
to bite and soothe

I crave for your touch
your fingers lightly dancing all over me
just touching and searching
light pressure here and there

I crave for your kisses
kisses on my lips
my cheek
my skin

I crave to feel your weight
your warm on top of me
for the promises of pleasure and excitement......

I crave for the things I want but am afraid to ask for
things that just seems wrong to even ask
not wrong to give or to receive
but wrong to just ask

things that are just understood with saying
things that are hinted at in a single look
the right touch
the right kiss

I crave for those things.....

I crave for random make out sessions to don't lead to anything
I crave for kisses at the randomest times
I crave for a touch, a brush, or even a grope

I crave and crave
once more
i crave