Craving

On a cloudy Thursday afternoon
With flurries falling
Let me find my source of warmth
In your voice.
Chocolate, Baritone...
Like a cello with undertones of Louisiana sunshine.

Sometime this Tuesday evening,
Brush the skin at base of neck
With colorful accolades.
Paint my character a bit more glorious
Than it is seen by other men.

Sunday morning,
Whether or not the rain is falling...
Just give me a little honey
With my milk.
Because sometimes even the confident girls
Need affirmations.

Not looking for sustenance
Don't need the meat of political conversations
Or religious theory evaluation.
Just need your lips on my thighs...
Breath on me, and tell me that I'm needed.
Sweet nothings may not fill
But they sure do go down easy.
If you please,
Just hold me, and whisper.