She wanted
him to bring his hunger
for the breakfast
in her orifice
and moaned for him. 

She found
something in the tub’s porcelain
worth rubbing
and moaned for him. 

She made
muraled lust on her clitoris,
then over her cervical wall
and moaned for him. 

She painted
a form of warm,
contoured portraiture
and moaned for him. 

She yenned
for the one who never disrespected,
the one her heart requested
and moaned for him.

She dreamt,
she felt,
she spurted from her brim
and moaned for him.