Hunger

 

I hunger for a sweet glimpse of you,

a primitive desire to consume you.

To take you, selfishly, ravenously.

I crave your touch, gentle fingertips

on my arched back, hands tangled

in my hair, lips seeking out every

crevice. Every hidden secret nook.

I yearn to hear your breathless words,

oozing honey into my ears, clogging

up my brain so I hear nothing but

your sugary hum.

I hunger for you but I know I will never,

not ever be sated.

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