Cravings
The taboo things
I want to indulge in
but would feel shame
afterwards.
The foods I shouldn’t touch.
The bodies I lust after.
What I wouldn’t give for a taste,
or even better,
to devour.
Eyeing the forbidden
is how I get through my day.
Temptation as a coping mechanism.
Desire is a sweet torture.
My appetite is never sated.
Always wanting one more look,
one more bite,
one more orgasm.
Hell is satisfaction.
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The short lines and tight turns show restraint in a poem about unsated appetite. Well done.