My mind is uneasy with starvation tonight. It is she that I hunger for. I sleep at night with her picture under my pillow in the hopes that I will find her in my dreams. 
In a crowded restaurant I spot her. She is standing at the bar waiting, an elbow propped casually on the wood and her cheek resting in her hand. Her thinly strapped black cocktail dress fitting her like a glove as she stands with one ankle crossed over the other. I am frozen from my desire, my eyes looking upon her for the very first time. My legs do not seem to want to move as if my feet are nailed to the floor. Then suddenly, with one swift movement, her blonde hair flips over her tanned naked shoulder as her face turns in my direction. When she spots me, a glorious smile spreads across her lips and I cease to breath. A subtle voice, seemingly coming from inside my head, whispers, “Marissa.” 

My brain sends the correct signal to my legs to walk yet my body seems to be floating toward her. She is drawing me to her as if she has some kind of mystical powers. The closer I get to her the warmer my body feels. And all along the voice whispers, “Marissa, Marissa, Marissa.” She greets me for the very first time, touching my arm. My body melts and tingles all at the same time. She speaks to me, yet I can’t make out a word she says, for, the blue of her eyes has rendered me temporarily deaf. Yet, I respond to her as if my mind and my voice have split into two separate entities. I don’t even have a clue of what I said; yet she smiles that glorious smile at me again. 

She takes my hand and my heart stops beating momentarily. She leads me through the restaurant to a quiet candlelit table and offers me a seat. I sit down, my gaze never leaving her as she then sways around the table sitting across from me. We begin to converse with each other. Yet, I am holding my conversation with her, my mind often drifts to her cleavage. I imagine my lips feathering over that soft flesh that she is cleverly revealing. When she brings the glass of wine to her lips I jump back into reality. Before me there is also a glass of wine yet I don’t recall a waitress delivering drinks to the table. I don’t even remember ordering wine. She must have taken our drink order while my mind was down the front of Marissa’s dress. I wonder what else I missed while consumed with this woman. She smiles at me again, her eyes sparkling from the candlelight. She holds her gaze on me a little longer than needed and I feel a rush of warmth wash over my body. Her eyes are like a blowtorch; the candle burning between us is the flame that ignites them. Her flare sears right through me. Again, the voice, “Marissa.”
Dinner is over and the waitress is clearing our table. I can’t even remember eating. The only thing I recall is her smile and her eyes blazing through me. 
Strolling along the beach now. I can’t remember how we got here. “Marissa, Marissa,” the voice continuing to whisper. As we walk along the silky sand barefooted, her arm rubs against mine every now and then. Is she doing this on purpose? Is she trying to drive me mad with longing for her? We talk about the beautiful moon tonight and how perfectly full it is. The moonlight reflecting off the water hitting her hair, giving it a splendid glow. As the stars up above twinkle down, “Marissa, Marissa.” During the brief moments of silence between us, I wonder if she can hear my thoughts. Then her hand slips through the space between my arm and my body and pulls me into the side of her breast. When she leans her head upon my shoulder, as we walk along the beach, I wonder if this angel is now leading me towards heaven. “Marissa, Marissa.”

We reach the end of the beach where large clusters of rocks stretch out into the water. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks is drowned out by the loud beat of my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, her arm slips from me, and she turns and faces me. She moves in close to me, her body mere inches away. My gaze moves from her blue eyes to her lips. As she playfully bites her bottom lip, I imagine how sweet those lips must taste, how soft and warm they must feel. Her lips part seductively as she moves in even closer. My hunger grows, my yearning intensifies; and the voice louder, “Marissa, Marissa” like the blood pumping through my veins. Her lips touch mine in a quick gentle kiss. My heart erupts like a volcano and my soul shoots out of my body and into space. She looks into my eyes, briefly, looking deep into my soul before closing her eyes again while I now motion toward her lips. Our lips meet in another passionate kiss, this time longer. My hands find her shoulders as my tongue gently slides into her mouth. Her arms circle around my back in acceptance. As my mouth breathes her into me one of my hands slide up the back of her neck and brushes through her satin hair. My other hand moves to the middle of her back and caresses her soft skin. Her lips, her hair, her skin; I am melting into her. Her tongue entwines with mine driving me into a passionate frenzy. The feel of her warm breast against my own compels me into hysterics. “Marissa, Marissa.” I need to have her, here and now. My lips liberate from hers and I kiss my way over her cheek then down to her neck. My lips find their way to the hollow of her throat where I gently kiss over and over again. I slowly run my tongue up her throat then down again, tasting her. My tongue trails it’s way to the side of her neck where I tenderly suck for a moment. I could eat her up right now. My mouth drifts up to one of her ears. I suck her earlobe into my mouth and swirl her earring around with my tongue. Then I dart my moist tongue into her ear before whispering, “Marissa,” with a heavy breath. 

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