Metaphor sex but she just laughed and walked away

i didn't know i was so hungry until i began to eat, didn't know that i was so thirsty until i began to drink and now that i am seated at the head of your table with all of your goodness before me... your body a canvas of skin and scent, lit gently through the curtains by a grinning street lamp....
your love is wine and i am drunk, swooning like a fifteenth century Italian woman, bent before your eyes like a cat....
i call out your name across the expanse of our bed, it is empty like my arms but your words lick my soul, your voice makes love to heart, and as my lungs fall into jealous rage, I call your name