A Woman Craving a Man

I was asked to resumit this poem again but in a different area, and that this way it could appreciated by the people that where looking for sensual love. I hope you enjoyit, its straight from the craving I had at the time.

The craving of a woman, wanting a man.
It doesn't go away, till the craving is fulfilled.
I look at my hands, I see your hands grasping mine.
I taste my lips, hoping to taste you there.
Wanting to look into Ur eyes and be able to fall.
Wanting my heart to be purple,
Purple of suffocation, when its screaming,
screaming out Ur name not in just love,
but the lustfully feeling of Ur warmth.
The warmth of Ur body grazing mine,
In slow motion the penetrating of juices flow.
Flowing of passion, wanting the hurt.
The most awesome hurt Ive ever wanted.
Craving the feel of Ur breath on the back of my neck.
The arching of my back as Ur tongue caresses my skin,
My insides quake wanting you to enter.
Enter the silky and smoothest motions u,ll ever know,
Knowing your breath is about to be taken away,
Taken away with the first stroke of Ur hips.
My sounds of pleasure hitting the pillow.
The grip of fingertips in my inner thighs.
Slipping from the intensity of ecstasy.
The body not knowing how to react,
At the highest point I crave the taste of you,
Bringing it slowing to my taste buds.
My gawd who knew a craving could be so strong!!
In just a few moments the intrusion will be there,
Once again my heart beats uncontrollably,
You can bring me there, take me where you want me.
The breath is leaving my lungs,
My screams of desire make you explode.
My craving is gone, flowing like a river.
Gone for how long?
Till I see you again.