Skin hunger--the virtually insatiable craving of flesh--the need to feel, touch, kiss, taste, pleasure and please--oh how it makes us suffer (oh, how we need it). When it hits it is unexpected--it burns with an unquenchable fire that threatens to consume all other desires. This creature exists within us and yet we forget that it is there until it rears its head, keening loudly through us, calling out for its ilk. The cry echos endlessly until it is answered. It may sleep, but when it exists as you and I--a part of us--awake as we are, it becomes even more unpredictable. Anything can arouse this creature--a memory, a thought, a kiss, the missing of your someone (especially)--and before you know it your breathing hitches; you bite your lip; you inhale deeply; close your eyes and that creature happily trumpets for that skin it requires. It is intoxication, memory, lust, promise and possibility all wrapped up into one. It breathes passion into our bodies and drives us to a higher level of need--desire.
Truly there are few driving emotions that are as elemental or primal as skin hunger. Left unchecked, unanswered, it can drive us to distraction and even delirium. It can haunt us or release us. If you have never felt it I pity you--if you have then you KNOW what I say is true--I would never want to live without it.
Well, lovelies, I was overdue for something a little indulgent (and a touch naughty). I hope you enjoyed it. Until another time I wish you all love and happiness of the truest kind!
~Marissa
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