Hunger Pangs

She looked at his sea-
green eyes, and thirsted
for an apple martini.

He looked at her pink
lips, and felt a desire
to lick off the frost.

She looked at his curly
black hair, and thought
of licorice twists.

He looked at her blushed
skin, and yearned to sink
his teeth into a juicy peach.

They looked at each other;
they got a room.


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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to Hunger Pangs

  1. kelvin s.m. says:

    ..aww, that was quite an ambush…but more of a free surrender… ha… what a brilliant twist at the end from what started as a gentle mutual connection… but then at the end of the day the hungriest wins…. lol… smiles… what fun… thanks…


  2. alan1704 says:

    Surrender in the connection of love. Very interesting and thoughtful


  3. Mary says:

    Enjoyed all the ‘looking’ in this poem leading up to the conclusion…..which made me smile. A fun write, Sara!


  4. grapeling says:

    luscious : ) ~ M


  5. Mike Bayles says:

    I like the surprise at the end of this poem.


  6. LaTonya says:

    Hot! I love, love, playing with food and eroticism. Perfect compliments. No surprise in my mind. If they hadn’t got a room, I’d be surprised. Wicked good, sara.


  7. whimsygizmo says:

    **fans self**
    oh, my.
    well done, sara. 😉


  8. says:

    with room service, I hope


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