Craving differently

I am craving out of the ordinary, not just you holding my waist.
I am looking for you to stand by the water side with me.
 I want to steal glances into the sea with your breath being all I can perceive.
 I am craving for a moment when we can set our fears aside, I am craving wildly, the ability to be upright, but adventurous.
I am craving for love with you.
A you and me day, escorted with hunger to stay safe, i am craving for you.
For the space between your biceps where I can rest my head and get addicted to your ribs and belongings.
I am craving your commitment when I decide to dive into the ocean....

I am craving to take my first step of believing with you.
I am craving for your embrace, your solid remains, I am craving for your last name.
 I am craving differently.
I am desiring the ability to crave your body and craft your ribs.
To fit into what I was drawn from.
I am craving for your head to be soaked into the bosom of my chest.
 I am craving to be a woman with you.
Emptied, but not disposed.
Worthy of everything you deserve.
I am craving to become the best meal you ever were served.
I am craving to lift my heels and soak my lips into yours.
To forget my name as your body merges with mine.
 I am craving that from my soul, I shall birth a new man.