When she is hungry, she takes from me until she is full

The first thing she takes is my mind
Concious thoughts are wiped away as my mind goes blank
My vocabulary consists of only hums and moan

The next thing she takes are my senses
I close my eyes and try to utilize touch, taste, smell, and hearing, but all are overloaded by the amassment

The next thing she takes is my control
My heart races
My breathing is rapid and shallow
I act only by instinct
I am reduced to being an animal

The last thing she takes - you already know

When she is hungry, she takes from me my mind, body, and soul
She devours my entirety
She consumes me until there is nothing left for me to offer

When she is hungry, I will always let her take whatever she wishes from me so that she may be full