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 him,
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.
He wants to devour you,
to feast on your presence,
your scent,
your skin,
your soul.
He doesn’t simply want to taste you;
he wants to consume you.
And he is starving.
She will not teach a man how to love her.
She will not guide his hands, whisper her worth.
She will not prove herself again and again.
The right man already knows 🔥
Duran Duran - Come Undone (1993)
When thinking of vibes, nothing comes close to the feels I get when I listen to this beauty.
Duran Duran might have been seen as such a pop act, but they are extremely, underrated-ly talented musicians!
Take me slow,
like sinking into a ripe, succulent fruit.
Part me with your lips,
let me drip sweetness onto your tongue.
Circle my softest, juiciest curves,
linger in every hidden fold,
make me ache for the touch
only your hands can give.
Every flick, every press,
a taste of something forbidden,
warm and glistening,
I lose myself in your pleasure.
Hold me there
on the brink of sin and surrender,
until desire ripens fully, swollen with wanting
just before the consuming
just before the bite.
The Kinky Gentleman
He is a kinky gentleman,
a library of secrets behind polished eyes,
each book a different indulgence,
some leather-bound, some silk, all begging to be opened.
His hands are curious scholars,
tracing margins you never knew existed,
finding the footnotes that make your pulse stutter,
the fine print of pleasure that leaves you breathless.
He writes rules in invisible ink,
and you ache to obey.
Pleasure under his guidance is a novel
you never want to end,
each kink a metaphor,
each teasing touch a delicious plot twist.