My thoughts:

To Crave

I know you baby girl. You don't just want. You don't merely desire. You crave. I know because I've spent the time to build that craving within you. I've watched it grow from a simple spark to an all-consuming fire. And that power that I have, to make you crave, was not taken but was given to me by you. And it is that gift that grants me the authority to control you and to take you places you didn't even know you wanted to go.

My warm breath brushing against your tender cheek. Crave

Tracing gentle lines from cheek, to neck, to shoulder. Crave

A fist full of hair, pulling hard to expose your tender neck. Crave

A gentle nibble on lip, ear, neck and breast. Crave

The sound of my low guttural moans. Crave

The dark intensity of my deep blue eyes. Crave

When I whisper "Good girl" into your ear. Crave