I taste your essence and still want more
I think of devouring you, like the sweetest fruit ravaged to its core

I feast on your aura and still I hunger
I inhale your aroma as my appetite becomes stronger

My thirst is quenched as I drank your essence, savoring you in a slow indulgence, never in haste

We indulge in this erotic feast,
and yet we hunger as though we’ve only the slightest taste