She is the taste that leaves me withered
and sore
but still
My lips tremble in anticipation of her
I crave endlessly
her porcelain shoulders
slim and flushed
against satin sheets and velvet pillows
devour me
til dawn
til death
let me
inhale
all that you are
“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pledant:
The Show Tell Project 