Liquefy
Me
Take
me not a meal
Call
me not, O’ hot
Make
me water
Lucid
essence of life
Being
a starter, for you
Ask
them who do
Main
course flipping every time
You
sit in your dine
Is
neither my choice
Nor
do I find it fine
Prefer
not to be a dessert
Dig
your sweet tooth
If
you know, somewhere else
Let
not hunger ride your mind
Hold
my heart gently, be kind
If
my skin smells of some delight
Or,
your hormones ought me to be
Cease
your thoughts of feasting on me
Take
me not a meal, call me not, O’ hot
Be
thirsty to drink what my wings have got!
nice...i like the not letting the hunger being so consuming you forget to be gentle with my heart....some real feeling behind this...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brian :)
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