hunger.

4/11/11. i don't particularly like this but i'm trying to write often. and particularly if the mood strikes me. for better or for worse, at least it's practice.

hush hush, sweet darling.
the neighbors could hear you tremble.
if only you'd cover your mouth with mine,
you might stay out of trouble.
grasp hands tight and
don't you dare let go,
and i'll make you beg for more.