i hunted through my files for a poem than tied in with food because of the recipe i posted. well, this isn't about food but yeah, it is about nourishment of a kind.
ask
i would feed upon you,
live on your glances, satisfied by
your scent , your intentions
i would feed on these
between breaths
tastes caught on the tongue
singing you
with my skin
damp alive
pulse
ragged music
dance you
wild
rock you slow
hungry again.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
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yeah, it's something,when it's good. it truly is! ; )
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