masterslave00
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The Hunger That Hunts Us
When touch becomes a memory.
When the nights grow long with nothing but the heat we refuse to unleash.
When our skin aches for collision.
When desire stalks us in the dark, whispering all the things we do not say aloud.
We told ourselves we could starve it.
Chain it. Bury it under duty and routine.
But hunger does not die - it sharpens.
It waits like a predator in the grass, muscles coiled, teeth bared.
And then we came here - in Lit.
To a place where words strip us bare without mercy.
Where glances bite, and sentences bruise in the sweetest way.
Where we remember - we are still dangerous.
Still alive.
Still capable of ruin.
Maybe we will never taste it at home.
But here, at least, we are not tamed.