Insatiable

You tell me I am insatiable, and perhaps you're right.
I open my eyes to the final lingering thought of you,
With your taste on my tongue and your scent on my skin
And all I want in those sleepy moments is... more.
The sand doesn't drip from my eyes anymore but here I am
Dreaming of your arms around me, your breath on my neck
And all I want in my fantasizing is... more.

There's an insufferable need for you so perhaps you're right.
I'm just so thirsty for you.