Often wondering
Those curves
That taste
The feel
The emotion you release
The fact that I'm enamored with my fantasy
You being bountiful
My desire
The body of which I feast
No ceasing in my ambition to acquire
Acquire what you ask?
Acquire you as I grab
Fingers do ballet as I dab
All through your lower region
As my hand becomes acquainted with your ocean
I take a finger or two and take a sample of your potion
The smell
The flavor
Addictive
Intoxicating
The hunger grows with the preview
Patience be damned
I'm tired of waiting
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