The Hunger

 

 

The Hunger

filled with passion
you gaze longingly
upon the tender treat
that’s spread before you

waiting

the flesh is soft
and moist
and pink
as slowly you penetrate

then gently lift

you feel the quivering mass
slide full upon your prong
to turn
and eagerly lay
upon your bed of fire

the heat consumes
as juices flow

senses stir
while desire mounts

aroused in hungry anticipation
of the ultimate pleasure
and heady bliss

that is
a perfect loin

• • •

rob kistner © 2009

 

…more poems of hungry passion found at “readwritepoem”

 

6 Responses to “The Hunger”

  1. James Says:

    This is just wonderful. It works perfectly whichever way one chooses to read it. Well done (har-har).

  2. Donald Harbour Says:

    You almost had me, but then, it is steak tonight, anyway you slice it. I enjoyed the flame.

  3. Annamari Says:

    I am already envisioning my dinner

  4. Nicole Nicholson Says:

    Damn! Nice parallel between sexual desire and physical hunger.

  5. Erin Says:

    This is wonderful. Trembling lust (for food or something else) just wafts from this poem.

  6. throws his words Says:

    wooh, ah do b’lieve ah’ve got a case of the vapors!

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