Hunger

It is

the restlessness in your bones

as your blood flows



the craving

of lips for the scent of skinfever



it is a soulthirst.



it is knowing that your nourishment

is but a kiss away

and your mouth opens with a moan



it is



longing for him to push your body

into the earth



so you feel



heavy and weightless

in between foreplays and climaxes



and you'd want him more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

mood poem .. i mean, obviously.

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9inety's picture

Wants, needs, hungers, they are universal. The human condition. You express these universal truths in a senuous and seductive manner. You write with passion.

"it is knowing that your nourishment
is but a kiss away
and your mouth opens with a moan"

Thank you
Dylan
I love your name


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot