The curves of her body, the touch of her hand, the flesh of her neck in my mouth, the smell of her skin, that "your mine" flash of her eyes and sh!t eating little grin - and that's just the first few seconds when I walk in the door

It's more than just body. I crave her when I listen to how her day went over dinner with the kids, the way she tells stories, things that made her excited, happy, sad, frustrated, etc. I crave her when she doesn't take my sh!t, when she shows me she's strong enough to handle me and/or take on the world.