An insatiable hunger that twists up my gut

Vulgar yearning, a need untapped, unexplored

A right of passage no one should have to endure

These dark, dark desires eat at my core

As I wake, as I dream, these manic urges won’t abate

Full of sinful imagery painting vividly within my mind

Scenarios obscene to genial and chaste alike

Unabashed and decadent in kind

This beast eats away at my chest

It is hungry, ever so hungry, for a taste of sin

Prowling like a lion, it wants to feed

No matter the place, or state I’m in