Monsters roam this night –
speak their names
Need and Hunger
with awe and understanding
lest ye be devoured.
And devoutly ask
Can I be enlightened without being evangelical?
Can I share without compelling?
Need is hunger
we long to be consumed
love is consensual cannibalism
feels as good as it hurts
the hurt goes both ways anyway
a taste we share to show we care.
A longing gaze a psychic caress
touched by envious eyes
we sense the attention of others
like urgent whispers in the wind
our ears tingle our skin prickles.
Willingly we bare our breast to meet moist lips
flesh flushed with blood rushing eagerly to the surface
to quench the thirst of those who adore us.
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