Hunger
My mind is consumed with thoughts of lust,
A hunger that never seems to rust.
Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day,
My craving for you never fades away.
I am a predator, seeking my prey,
Longing for someone to come my way.
My hunger grows with each passing hour,
Aching for someone to feel my power.
I yearn for the touch of skin on skin,
The rush of pleasure that comes within.
My hunger is insatiable, never to be tamed,
Forever searching for someone to be claimed.
A. C. Mercier 🥀
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