Urge
The hunger awakens the beast from his slumber
He sniffs the air, searching
There it is, that sweet delicious scent
He follows and there, there is the smell, it's coming from her
As he watches, the urge becomes primal
The urge to consume, to devour, to conquer
He knows when he let's the urge win and takes her, he will be lost in her total being
And the urge will have consumed him
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