your skin glows rose like the blood in your veins.
you are lonely, so very lonely,
a flower surrounded by a desert.
you crave hands on skin
and the fire he lights inside you.
you are consumed by the desire
like a starved man seeking food.
his touch is like water against your parched lips-
again and again you drown.
his voice ignites every inch of your skin,
it is the electrical surge lighting you up from the inside out.
you, fairy girl of wildflowers and fountains,
you desire.