The Hunger

Every new moon or so I experience this insatiable apatite. And it frightens me. I am similar to blood thirsty carnivorous werewolf unable to control my cravings. Or a black widow spider,who will feed her body with no retribution of her bizarre action of killing her mate and eating him. Every cell and fiber in my body yearns for fulfillment. I am empty to my core. I am concentration camp hungey. I desire very specific food items that can not be substituted for another. Rare steak is high on my list. Spinach. Dairy. Gingersnaps. Nuts. And most of all chocolate. I am able to eat non-stop during this time of my hunger, out eating my entire family put together. I have tired myself out from the work of eating, my jaws sore from the chewing motion. But I never feel satiated. Ever.
My body is also physically hungary. I crave human touch to fill this need. My lust is always present, I do a poor job of trying to hide my wanton desires. I transform into a flaming nymphomaniac. The opposite sex becomes so much more appealing. Grotties become full fledged hotties. Trolls remain trolls but I think of nothing more than the intimate act of copulation with my eyes closed. Pizza boys double their appeal. There is no ugly man if he is caring food. Waiters become irresistibly charming. Going into a Famous Daves make my senses reel, and my nostrils flare. I know better than endangering anyone buy trying to go into a sports bar due to the high levels of testosterone and smell of meat in the air.
I also at this time became extremely tired. I'm not sure if I tax myself with all the eating or lusting I do, but I feel weary to the bone. My limbs feel heavy with the need to sleep. I could gladly do a Rumplestiltskin nap. My bed is my most favorite place to be for more than one reason.
My Neanderthal fantasy's at this time, include a clan of hunky cave men who drag the enormous wooly mammoth they have slaughtered into the cave for me, were they will cook it for me, and take turns keeping me happy between naps till spring. My ideal man would show up at my bedroom door, naked and carrying food. Once I achieve fulfillment they would know to back out of the room until I awoke and needed their services again. This position is open to any man out there reading this, but if he can cook a t-bone to perfection, know a good suppy of Dove dark chocolate, and balance a tray on his happy parts, I'll take him sight unseen.