{"sf1_id":1570069,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Animal Hunger","author":"Horndog D","words":152,"posted_at":"2020-04-22T22:13:00.000Z","tags":["Horny","Lust","Naughty","Poem","Poetry","Suggestive","Verse"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1570069-animal-hunger","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1570069","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1570069\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Erotic Poetry\n\nHappy National Poetry Month, folks! I wrote this to celebrate and figured I'd share it--if for no other reason than to dispel any rumors that I've gone off the grid to live in an Amish commune. (Frankly, that was fun for about the first three hours.)","content":"The taste slides over tongues lapping  \nat the mouths of caverns, wildly gulping  \ndown clouds of meat-scented smoke.  \nAnother flavor, piquant and alive, tempts  \nanalogies to violence. Picture pocket knives  \ninscribing sordid rhymes at an orchard's edge,  \nfruit overhead dangling achingly ripe  \nand dying to be plucked.  \n  \nWorlds subside behind that insatiable  \nyearning, the biting heat burning a hole  \nthrough years of guided stage direction. Gnaw,  \nlick, grope, claw at the prize of flesh,  \nwarm and writhing, slick and melting like  \na silent camera flash in boudoir lighting.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Melting like reason against unsatisfied desire,  \nwax bowls holding light or fear amid throws  \nof passion, winding through undergrowth  \noutside urban spires.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Melting like the brackish, foaming  \ntide of climax, plunging into fluid slumber  \nand dreams of howling beasts that glide  \nbeneath the arch of strange hours, into the blazing  \nwide dawn where hunger waits restless and pacing  \nlike a predator inside.  \n  \n\n"}