Those who look at me would be surprised,
by the hunger that I hide,
the hunger of my lust.

A daily want, a desire, a need,
to hold, squeeze, and please,
the burning under my skin.

The craving to touch and caress,
the yearning to kiss and bite,
the ache to engage over and over again.

The sighs and moans like a sweet melody,
hold her through her high a pleasure,
making her know the hunger of my lust.

To trail my kisses and seize her breath,
to worship her body and pleasure repeatedly,
to make my name her prayer.

A bite to claim her,
a mark to remind her,
a night to undo her.

Tongues entwining and *******,
hands roaming and massaging,
hips grinding and declaring the hunger of my lust.

My fingers inside her pumping and pressing,
my mouth stealing her gasps and cries,
sending her to the peak till she shakes.

My length spearing her and burning her from within,
on her back, her front, and under her,
rubbing and filling her until she cries and I release yet still crave.

My want to please her and make her shake and gush,
my desire to give and thank her for satisfying,
my need to sate the hunger of my lust.