It’s craving within, like stones carry fountains. It’s biting me within, like woodchoppers chop. I live, I walk, I do, yet no fun. Yet nothing to have, until you are there beside me. I feel the rushing waves, I see the falling stars. I hear the murmurs, I dream the desires. When you put your lips on mine, it’s drizzling honey. When you put your tongue into mine, it’s digging honey. When you whisper into mine, it’s burning...