run, desire, run this sexual being

run him like a blade to & through the heart

no conscience, one motive...

to cater to the hollow.

screaming feed me, fill me up again.

temporarily pacify this hungering.

so, grow, libido, throw dominoes of

indiscretions down.

falling all around in cycles/circles.

constantly consuming.

conquer and devour.

it's time to bring this fire down.

bridle all this indiscretion

long enough to edify and

permanently fill this hollow.

feed me, fill me up again.

temporarily pacify this hungering