Hunger

Going to bed hungry
after devouring the sweetness

of a chocolate covered strawberry

moments ago, eons ago

fantasizing about make-believe

tea parties and fucking

camoflagued rays of sunlight

filtering through door screens

blocking out the last morale

our clientle purchases rubber duckies

and spankings by the dozen

between my fingers

your lips and skin crawling

pulsing veins mark the moment

when my mind drew a picture of us

lying naked, lying complete

us could be anyone

thoughts run again far off to the start

another scene of passionate lack of etiqute

a day rising into heat

burning off into the distant night

and dancing on into the crimson shadows

of a new dawn.