Taste the hunger in the night
black as coal
unforgiving in its depth
this wicked intent reigns supreme
hands grip
fingers rake
the length of me
nails leave pretty pink
tracks laced with red
draw blood, love
taste my lust
coppery want that begs for more
lips only
silenced with yours
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Photograph by Bogna Patrycja Altman
She is ripe,
for his hands
for his mouth.
She is the desirable fruit
he hungers for,
her scent intoxicating him
beckoning forth his touch.
Her essence is nectar to his mouth
and one that he will savor every bite of,
his senses alive to her taste
as it lays succulent upon his tongue
subduing the ravenous beast
within.
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From the start
every response has been distinctly different
from her past.
She has become unpredictable, even to herself.
Every action rooted in intuition,
she allows her instincts to drive her forward…
never second guessing,
never prevaricating,
shyly trusting what she feels.
Granting herself the freedom to go where she’s never gone before,
to know what she’s always hungered for;
this sweet surrender.
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I taste the unknown
in your kiss.
It conveys me to places
I can only imagine,
places where I am pliant
underneath your fingertips.
Your touch
hard
soft
unrelenting with passion.
It fuels my hunger
and my curiosity
to know more
to do more
to be more.
With you,
within this,
a boundless need
has been unleashed.
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Photograph taken by Jose Miguel
Model: Lauren Nicholas
The taste of your lips
The honeyed tincture
I crave
With a fierce hunger.
Your essence
A delight to my senses.
Every synapse
Ignited and firing
Until all I can utter
Is ‘More’.
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*Written two years ago. Some hungers fade while others are fired.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
Thoughts become lascivious
as they linger upon you.
Unspoken desires steal into every corner,
making themselves known
absconding with all reason
and will.
When night falls and dreams take shape
and as day breaks and you are the first thought that I have,
my body still bearing the midnight touch
of sinful hands
and wicked notions.
The heat cooling upon my skin
as dawn erupts
and the hunger begins anew.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken by SingleChair via Tumblr
The lightning within her
crackles upon his touch
and becomes a surge of electricity.
This chemistry between them,
an insatiable hunger
of mind and body
that becomes
an amalgamated brew,
every sip
a potent one.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
