Draining Me

Feed me you said, feed me, I hunger
I hunger for your touch, your smell
I starve without your presence here
I need your touch, I need your taste
Your essence that warms me to life
Without you I am dead and dead I was
Until you came along and now, now I
Am warm, I am living, my body pulses
To the rhythm of your heart, the surge
Of your lust. Without your juices flow
I am but dust, the wind will blow and
I will be gone, gone, dust in the wind.
I fed, and fed and fed again till all
I was was gone, siphoned away, empty
I walked a barren plain and looked
Looked for you and found only your
Need. A need that did not see the
Damage wrought, only saw its own
Fatal need. I will die and you?
You will move on and on and on
And find another, and drain him
Dry