She Is Hungry

She is Hungry

Hungry in her desire
Hungry in her desire for life
For love
For what she wants
For what she needs

She is hungry in her desire
Deep desire
Deep hunger
For something more
To fill her up
Up, up

She is hungry
Passionately hungry
Sensual pleasure
Desperate
Wanting
Needing

Her hunger doesn’t stop
With age, with children, with her body
Her hunger in her desire
Becomes rampant
Free – running wild
Madness
Internal fire
Combustion
She tries to repress her desire
Pushing it away
Trying to release it
Dismissing it
Pretending it isn’t real
Pretending it isn’t her
Pretending it isn’t necessary

Then she realises
Hunger
Desperate Hunger
Desperate Desire
Is what she needed
To keep her fire burning
To stoke the embers of life
To invigorate the flames
Of love

Hunger is her life
Hunger is primal desire
Hunger is passion
Hunger is purpose
Hunger fulfils her in a way that only those who succumb to it can ever understand

Wanton
Sensual
Pleasure

It doesn’t matter what has happened
It doesn’t matter what they think
It doesn’t matter

All that matters is that she listens
To the hunger
To the desire
To what she wants
To what she needs
For love

It is time to feast on her desire
It is time to lavish celebration
It is time to give in to pleasure

Gratification
More
More
She wants more

She is not selfish
She gives from the hunger
She gives herself
She gives love
She gives peace
From the banquet of desire