Her...

The moment I met her, A yearning few can compare. The sensation of her touch, An end to my despair. Her hair in my fingers, Tightening grip from desire. My thoughts overflowing with intrigue, At the sight of you with fire. Your voice on the phone, Begging for so much more. My own vision of her, Knelt down upon the floor. A knife moving against her, Slicing through the loose cloth. My voice in her ear, Quite forceful but so soft. Each scar, bite and mark, A love letter written on her skin. Each moan, every scream and whimper, Proof of the pleasure felt within.