Dear diary,
I'm craving for his body next to me.
I'm craving for his hand to touch me.
I'm craving for his lips to kiss me.
I'm craving for him.
I like the look in his eyes when he devour me.
I like the movement of his hands when he touch me.
I like the smooth of his lips when he kiss me.
I like it when he smile after he is done doing it.
I like it because it is me and not her.
