#02020401 in When it comes to YOU

Lust: a word made to let you feel the depths of what we all try to pretend we don’t crave.
Love not required, just a desired for no more than someones fingertips or lips.
It’s intoxicating, making us want more than just a sample, more than just one bite.
It flows through our body when their name appears in our messages, a forewarning that maybe what’s waiting for us in the text is what we’ve craved for hours, days, years.
They meet. They talk. They sit. They stumble over conversation, stalling all the while.
He smiles wondering if she’s ready, she’s drunk and begging to be touched in her thoughts. He wants her and that makes her wet to the touch.
He can see a peek of the pink of her panties and it’s intriguing to his glance like the darkened drop offs of the ocean floor.