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vantesaladRomantic

the hunger never stops it never edges but all it does is devour each part of you

hither and thither my eyes they wander from your shoulders to the curve of your back from your neck to those fingers whose soft caress I crave

the hunger never stops hunting for you

its not only for the meaty and the tender but the kind and unkind that creeps and oozes which doesn't take form nor oblige to digest

the hunger never stops although lodging in its worst frame hunting for you

even though its almost a felony a cruel ailment with no remedy i persevere in this allegiance a devotion i can't quite justify

in a stillness with no life in a discretion without consideration in a senseless motivation i dive

it is contentedness one that a thousand teeth are unable to seek

because it is this mad hunger deep like the trenches of the eyes that never stops hunting for you

never will

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Desire here is pictured as hunger, and the speaker can't switch it off. The refrain "the hunger never stops" returns again and again, and each time it is "hunting for you," as if the speaker were both the prey of an appetite and its hunter. The eyes wander over the other person's shoulders, back, neck and fingers, and the speaker longs most for the softness of a touch.

The feeling is more than physical, though. The speaker says it reaches past "the meaty and the tender" to something unnamed that "creeps and oozes." The speaker also seems aware that this devotion is unreasonable, calling it almost a crime and an ailment with no cure, yet keeps choosing it anyway.

The mood is obsessive, restless and a little dark, but also stubbornly loyal. The ending, "never will," feels like a vow. The speaker accepts the ache and doesn't expect it to ease.

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