Hunger

Growling, clawing, and scratching,
It tears at you.
Blood boils in your veins,
Body shivers and mind quivers,
You feel your going insane.
Eyes narrow and breathe scatters,
Nothing else matters.
But feeling her hands on your skin,
Filling you once again.
Her touch bites like cold fire,
And your body keeps craving,
Taking you higher and higher,
Fingers on your skin engraving.
You belong to her.

This poem is about: 
Me

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