Never enough

The sunlight streaks

Across her face

From the edge of

The kitchen window

As if creating it

And her, carving

Every curve from

The curve beneath

The blouse

To the lip I bit

In that pre-dawn fit

It still dripping

As we sit and sip

Our coffee this early

Morning in July,

The curve tip hard

Against the sheer

Fabric she slipped into

Drawing my gaze now

Where my lips and tips

Of fingers went,

The hunger hardly abated

This lust for blood

Stirred in my veins and brain

This need for more

Always at the core of me

Pressing up out of me

Seeking to go deeper

Each time, knowing

In the end

It can never be enough.