All-Consuming

A girl could never want
For more than the attentions
That he bestows on the woman he is loving.
That tender touch, that treasures her,
That morphs into desire written in
The hands he lays on her ass,
The fingers he strokes inside her,
The tongue that laves her flesh.
He devours her
With each breath between her lips,
Each suckle, each long, thirsty lick,
Each foray into places
No one but he will see,
Or reach, or taste, or love.
And when he plunges into the heart of her,
He ravages her with hard, deep thrusts
That eat away at all but her lust for him
In equal measure. Each lunge returned,
A gift that gives him back as much
As he gives to her in their act of loving.
No stretch of flesh, no patch of skin
Is left untouched by the hunger
Of his lust and his desire;
No hidden feeling left unexplored
As he inhales her, wholly and in parts.