the hunger of desire
my nightly prey, my hunger grows
the need to feed, when evening slows
trapped by my passionate fires
a prisoner of my deepest desires
no escape from this yearning
as the flames continue burning
caught up in the heat of this friction
lost to the truth of this fiction
a love grown from the seeds of lust
driven to do what it is that I must
to nourish my spirit, expand my mind
to feed on your love, always so kind