desire

born into me like the birth of pain
into a world of flesh tearing from bone

ache

part of my world like the air
you now breathe is part of your blood

hunger

familiar to me as the sight of your own face
in your bathroom mirror each morning

a hunger to please the fostered ache of desire is within me
never left me please never leave me
i am who i am and nothing less
yet everything more than you know
look at my finger tips...life within my reach



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