Hunger

Raising up from the water
Liquid running down in rivers
Rose petals clinging to skin
Cat eyes on fire
Step up the stone
Feeling power above
A pulse down below
Desire
Heat
Lust
Hands aching to touch
Body willing to devour
To be consumed
Breasts full
Aching
Begging to be touched
Seeking the forests edge
For the Hunter
The end to the Hunger

write a book of your pomes for god sake you are good.

Okay, okay! Pushy man. But until then I'll keep putting it up here. 🙂

tubb butt might steal them

LOL I don't think this is her cup of tea, maybe, maybe not. But honestly Tate, where would this fabulous book of poems end up? On the back tank of the loo? *brow raised*