(#5) Hunger.

Signals rush through his mind,

A sudden pang, a craving,

A need for something that will satisfy his nightly desire.

A great desire for any man it was.

Something tasty, scrumptious,

Something he could use with in his bedroom,

As he did, every night,

Underneath the sheets right before he slept.


It had to be just right, though, he was picky,

Not too hard, yet, it musn't be too soft,

He wouldn't have it all too quickly,

And those creamy, milky jugs right at the top shelf,

Must be able to fill those cups right up to the brim.

His favourite cups, that is, the see-through ones he kept

In his room, all the time -

The ones that made him feel extra special every night.

He would savour them whilst the moon was out,

Letting them pour themselves right into the cups, all waiting.

Grasping them with two hands, licking up it's fullness,

He enjoyed the starters warm around his lips.


Then he would proceed, to his main course,

He was never predictable in bed.

Sometimes, he would start on the corners,

To tease himself, he knew if he did that,

It would take longer to finish it all.

Sometimes, he would lunge straight into the centre,

And get his mouth all dirty and sticky,

As the juices from his little snack flow down his lips.

However, sometimes, if he felt really eager,

He would wolf it all, really quickly,

And after it had finished.

He would feel a sense of guilt,

Knowing he should have been more well-mannered,

Due to the stains on his bedsheets.

It must have been the tasty mayonnaise.

That oozed out from inbetween,

Whilst he was having his fill from the top.


He knew it all had to be done, tonight, again.

He whipped out his phone, and dialled the number.

The man on the other side already expected this call:

"Same as usual?"

"You sure you don't want a different one tonight?"

He answered, with an anxious tone,

"Yes, it's exactly that i want,"

"You know how much i love it."

The order was made,

All he had to do was control his urge,

And wait for the doorbell to ring.


A patient wait deserved a well-earned treat,

The doorbell rang,

Behind that door

A smell like perfume to him,

Something that made his mind go crazy,

A smell that would make his throat squeeze in excitement.

He opened the door, and analysed what he saw.

No change, he thought,

Or maybe the buns got slightly bigger.

He's seen them every night, he's the expert now:

"One hamburger, extra mayo, upsized?"

He asked.

Came the reply,

"Yep, with the drink swapped for milk righ'?"

He licked his lips. He did this every night.


Sometimes, words were meant to deceive.

A growing boy who is hungry for food

Is a very big thing indeed.