He finds she lingers
like woodsmoke on a winter’s night
a scent at once pleasing
pungent, with memories he pulls close
remembrance sinking its claws in
deep, hunger for another taste
taking hold
he awaits the rush of blood to his head
a feral assault on his senses
that will leave him aching
inhabited
by the traces she leaves behind
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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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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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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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I breathe deeply of you
your scent reaching me over time and space
my fingers inch across my warm, bare skin
in time with this slow exhalation of desire.
I close my eyes
and submit to the saturating of my senses.
I imagine you here.
I feel you
the pad of your fingers
stroking
caressing
causing my skin to tingle
the nerve endings alive and pulsing
with need.
I taste you
as I run the tip of my tongue
over my lips
you are potent and dark
the red wine I fill my glass with
again and again
one sip
one taste
never enough.
I hear you
your soft breath upon me
your voice like velvet
and full of hunger
your growl of desire
drenching me in arousal
the proof evident
upon my thighs.
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Photograph taken from Tumblr
It was something more than need
this greed she felt.
The more he touched
the more she wanted to be touched.
He knew what he was doing
feeling the hunger as keenly as she did.
They became two people drawn
to each other’s fire
every pass
bordering the flame
singed
scorched.
Yet still they came
again and again
wanting the heat
seeking it out.
Desires aligned
as constellations in the sky
brilliant in each other’s darkness.
The day’s spark
becoming night’s flame
as they burned together
even as they were
miles apart.
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Photograph taken from PerfectlyPersuasive
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