It was in her eyes.
Where her soul would really speak.
The glistening glow to yearn for more.
In her eyes pleading to be loved if only for a moment.
Where her lips would pucker.
Her thighs to clench just to hold on.
Where her sweat would drip for just a taste.
So she could lick her lips.
That hunger of desire.
Where a fire could burn just to breathe.
The life back into her.
Tingling to her spine as she tries to remember.
That touch she misses.
Where a man takes a hold and she can lose all control.
That moment that makes her feel alive.
That is what she craves.