Cravings...

I long to be craved for

in the wee hours before

darkness melts into dawn;

I long to be the first thought

that enters your mind each day…

I long to be savored,

sweet and moist upon your lips

as morning rays slip the blinds

casting stripes on linen sheets.

I long to feel your soft breath

as you inhale the scent of me;

feel  your pulse quicken

as my warmth teases your tongue

I long to arouse your senses

satisfy your thirst…

I long to be …  

                     … coffee

© Ginny Brannan 2014

I also long to be 21 again too, but that aint working for me either!