Hunger

Published on by Susi Bocks

Redux

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You’re not my type.
But I want you.

Grasp for me now
while I still have the nerve.

Be my sinful digression.
A lusty misdeed.

Come tend to this cold fire.
Raise my temperature.

I swell to your dauntless kisses
and searing touches.

Unleash me.
Feed me.

Satisfy me.

Originally published 9/15/2018 on I Write Her.

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