Crave

what is it that i crave
more and more
each day
each moment

is it the electricity
that spreads through
every single cell
of my body

is it the chill
that runs from his fingers
along my skin

is it the warmth
that the looming gaze brings
to my cheeks
and then flushes across my skin

what is this craving
i can't get enough
this unshakable desire
for him

only one option remains
it encompasses all else
brings clarity to this want
for him

love as pure
as the sheep
in a pack of wolves
disguised

love as pure
as the summer rain
after a long period
of drought

it's his love
i crave it most
more each day
and more each moment

i desire his love
for now until forever
or, at least,
until i reach my grave.