Lesbian Poetry

The Hunger

It sleeps not, yet never grows weary.
It feasts fervently, but never stops craving.

It loathes loneliness, endures indifference,
and fights fear with a fiery hot enthusiasm.

Its roots are planted in fertile soil,
and its fruit is fragrant and sweet smiling.

It has no blemish, no imperfections.
It's pure, undefiled and simple.

It's good, yet delightfully sinful!
It's honest, but sensual, . . .
Straight forward and wild!
Its only injustice is the lack of opportunity
to consummate itself!

My hunger for you is insatiable!
- JAC

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