J. S. Kuiken

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Hunger

You: shoved against the wall.

Me: pressed hot against you.

I want blood.

I want cum.

I want you on tiptoes

As I enter you.

I want you crying out

Sobbing

As pleasure upon pleasure

Wracks your body.

This was, more or less, written from one of my characters’ point of view, with the “you” being his somewhat boyfriend. But you (my reader) can read it however you want.

As a bonus there are 3 previous drafts of this poem below the cut. They were the rough drafts. You can see how the poem evolved from draft to draft.