# Animal Hunger

Author: Horndog D
Tags: Horny, Lust, Naughty, Poem, Poetry, Suggestive, Verse

#3 of Erotic Poetry

Happy 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.)

The taste slides over tongues lapping  
at the mouths of caverns, wildly gulping  
down clouds of meat-scented smoke.  
Another flavor, piquant and alive, tempts  
analogies to violence. Picture pocket knives  
inscribing sordid rhymes at an orchard's edge,  
fruit overhead dangling achingly ripe  
and dying to be plucked.  
  
Worlds subside behind that insatiable  
yearning, the biting heat burning a hole  
through years of guided stage direction. Gnaw,  
lick, grope, claw at the prize of flesh,  
warm and writhing, slick and melting like  
a silent camera flash in boudoir lighting.  
  
   Melting like reason against unsatisfied desire,  
wax bowls holding light or fear amid throws  
of passion, winding through undergrowth  
outside urban spires.  
  
     Melting like the brackish, foaming  
tide of climax, plunging into fluid slumber  
and dreams of howling beasts that glide  
beneath the arch of strange hours, into the blazing  
wide dawn where hunger waits restless and pacing  
like a predator inside.

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