a feast

He looks at me with fever and hunger in his eyes

He breathes heavily.

My soul shivers

I walk towards him drawn, drowning.

He takes my arm grips it hard,

stopping my blood & worries from coursing through my veins.

My heart was thumping.

He throws me down.

Touch Salt sweat eyes lips ears nose.

curves, breath. fingertips. hands. *gasp*

He leaves and i find myself waiting for another taste of his hunger.