Sex would come secondary 
If I ever have you 
But thought of you and me
In front of the mirror 
Visualising your expressions 
While I eat your neck
Clutching your hair
Is my kind high

The nape of your neck 
With a few strands of hair
Turns me on

So the day we meet
I will relish not just your neck 
But the reflection of my ravenous effect.

©LR