Hunger Stories

She is all blind visionHow she got here is not as important as her being here He thought she would smash the fine chinaInstead she had knownThey always know Had she known herself?Tried to tame the uncontrollableAfraid of her own carnal shadow She dug inThe sweetly fragrant citrus peel unraveledNeon and sticky against her skinUnder her manicured, glossy nails How they met is not as important as the fact that they metA bird...

My frustration level is at maximum;I need to get laid, just cum and cum. Nothing has turned out as I planned;Slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I need a new beginning, a fresh new start;Something to ease my restless heart. What I need is right underneath my nose;But it is never enough to cure my woes. Only fills this emptiness for a little while;I need to be wanted for me, not just my style. So many say that...