HUNGER Your hands explore without a map, discovering paths that only my body knows. Your burning gaze demands more, and the air weighs between us, hot, humid. The skin cries out for more, your nails dig verses into the flesh. The tongue draws secrets, and the moans echo like a forbidden song. You invade, deep, where desire is kingdom and delirium. We are flame and storm, in a rhythm that burns and consumes. And at the height of hunger, we become one. Bodies vibrating in poetry, chanting the pleasure that devours us.