My Hunger

There is a kind of desire

that isn’t polite

not a careful performance

not something born of duty

or quiet obligation

It is something else

A desire that rises within me

unprompted

unfiltered

where wanting is not an act

or a task to complete

but a state of being

This hunger consumes

Raw

Primal

Instinctive

Something unrefined

I want to devour you

to feast on your presence

your scent

your skin

your soul

I don’t simply want to taste you

I want to consume you

For I am starving

And only you

can satisfy