Gentleman

Where the scream of the craving makes never a sound.

You are the hunger that I need.

You are the void where the light used to be.

You are the tethered obsession that won’t set me free.

You are the silence that swallows my scream.

You are the craving that never is still.

You are the ache I can never escape.

Hunger is a low, persistent ache.

A fevered map traced by a single fingertip.

It’s the way the air turns heavy and thick.

It creates a hunger that can never quite satisfy.

It’s about the way my skin screams for yours.

I want to feel your hands everywhere.

Claiming what is yours.

Until there is no space left between us…

I want your mouth everywhere.

Like you are starving.

Until I scream.

Live inside my dream.

Want your fingers.

Devour me slow.

Devour me rough.

I just can’t get enough.

Make me shake.

When I crawl on top.

And wrap my legs around you.

Pulling you closer.

So devour every inch of me tonight.

I’m drowning in your pleasure.

Begging you for more.

I’m trembling on the edge.

I want to feel you everywhere inside and on my skin.

So mark me.

Claim me.

Ruin me.

Again and again…