Flashes of you

All day long, I am met with flashes of you. Memories and images bubble up from the depths of my mind; the way you possess me with your look and your touch, the hunger in me that your kisses evoke, the greed of your mouth on me, the probing insistence of your fingers, the ownership of your hands on me, the way your gaze penetrates and shapes me, the easy way you bend me to your will. All day I see you, all day I sense you, all day you surround me, all day I need you.