Hunger
oh,
let me ...
I thirst for you
like the dark desert for rain ...
thoughts of your soft places
dance on my tongue like sour candy,
saturating my mouth ... and my imaginings.
I have no reward without your plea ...
I am but clay in silence,
yet when your needs moan my name,
I am made steel, unceasing.
breathe me your appetites ...
your craves and your cries are my only charge ...
desire has but to trickle off your lips, to make it so,
but please, make it so ...
for I am moonstruck and madness,
until I partake of the sweet, tangy ambrosia
that steams and stirs
deep inside ...
you.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Hunger" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
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