Friday, August 7, 2009

Appetite



i hunger for you, and the scent of your flesh draws me, and
i hunt the endless darkness for your limbs and breasts,

the glowing ember of the breath of your eyes steal the night, and
i thirst for your heaving moan, and long to taste the sharp mystery of hips and to hear the sweet smooth hymn of your thighs,

the bread of your body nourishes me, fills the dark craving of my appetite
the silence that my devouring mouth brings to your body, aches to the marrow of your creation,

and my need discovers you in the spent lines in the sepia of history and clinging to the ash of my memory.

i hunt the moments for you, tearing and rending the air of when you have been,
and in my despair i gnaw and gnaw on the yellow fluted bones of others,
and find only the sting of salt and a deeper craving for your flesh,

for your mouth, for your moist breath, for the whispered promise of your hips, to sink my teeth into the deep musk of your longing.

i hunger the night through till all is gulp down and devoured,
and my mouth still craves the wet taste of you. i starve on the air and sea, and thirst in the silver light of passing.

i hunger for the hard sweetness of your breasts, and to swallow the burning sting of your white sharp hips.

i hunt the night for a scent of you, i breathe deep pulling in the abrasive darkness, tasting its bitter bite.

and i hunger.

12 comments:

Gray said...

Oh my.. *fans herself*

I hope you find what you are hungering for.

Cande said...

hmmm that is beautiful, sensual and intense. I will be your follower as soon as I get on a computer big enough to let me press the "follow" button.

Playfully Yours said...

I love the intesity of your hunger.......

Angel said...

Following the trail of hunger has never been so sweet, with such an addictive bite.

S. said...
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S. said...

Gathered here below us
we've made a bed
of earthly, dampened things ...

I hunt
the rich, bronzed soil of your belly
and sink my quicksand mouth
upon your root ...

give me your tongue
and tell me that you do not hear
the mudslide way my heat
is running thick throughout your veins ...

it is your bridled heart
that livens me ...

and yes, I hear it your pounding heart
though it quakes the forest floor
a thousand miles strong ...

my quarried beast
my blood-rushed swain ...

I lie beneath you
we beat as one ...

complicated kitten said...

Wow! I'm melting...

Gray said...

Hope you don't mind, but I recommended your post for enticing reading!

http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-completely-erotic.html

Sexy PTA Mom said...

Mmmmmm!! I suddenly feel hungry. ;)

Gray said...

I emailed you.:)

finbar said...

gray, thank you for your support and encouragement.

cande, thank you and i look forward to having you as a reader.

playfully yours, thank you.

angel, the hunger is addictive.

s, thank you, the poem takes my breath away.

complicated kitten, welcome, and i hope you don't melt completely.

sexy pta mom,i hope you are able to satiate that hunger.

River Girl said...

wOW, such feeling and emotion.. very raw and very inspiring.. not to mention.. mind swirling..