I have a hunger inside me.

A need.. an urge that never goes away.

It is a constant force driving me to you.

Wanting to know your every desire and dream.

A craving to explore and copulate endlessly with you.

Until you whisper.. “enough”.

There is no escape for either of us.

I don’t know who you are.

Yet you are always there.

A glance into the car beside me at the light.

A full affair as my cart passes yours in the grocery.

A meal across the room in a diner.

It is you I seek.

Serpentine walking on the sidewalks I feel you near.

My tether to romance keeping me tied to the idea of you.

Intimacy is like a drug to me.

A need that must be fulfilled in steady streams of you.

Your body language speaking the things you don’t say.

Whispers that mean more than words spoken.

Colors and images that flash the beauty of you across my mind.

Each hour of each day I prowl for you.

Every moment without you is lost.

Look around.

Do you see me?

I’m there.

Always.

I’m starving.

I can’t get enough of you.