The Need

A ranging hunger deep inside, a colorful coat of shame a free and wildfire that one can not contain For it can not be extinguished, the searing sword of lust feeding the hunger growing inside everything becomes a must. How insatiable it must feel, the demanding, constant drive when feeding the need makes you feel alive. It's a variation of emotions, where love is but discourse because you crave something more a sexual , emotional divorce. Not everything can be cuddled, making love will not suffice where pain equals pleasure cause needs aren't always nice. The world is not a PG page, it's not only black and white sometimes you need a freak in the sheets forget the gentle knight.