Beggar

Earnestly do I desire you in the most incomprehensible of ways; my host in which l resort to being a beggar...      
        
Is it hunger? Is it thirst? Is it need?        
         
In the most voracious of provocations and rightfully so, that it is. More than your flesh alone to relish with my lips though; a glutton to the entirety of your being could I consume, such to keep my famine at bay.        
         
Like a prisoner pardoned ; but only breifly for their final meal. Though unworthy of such a delicacy ; a buffet of their most anticipated cravings before them, slowly and with reverence do they savor. The only wish in which they have an undisputed say.        
         
As a fish needs the water ; does my tongue long  to dip and soak in the essence of your sin.  For each fiber of my true self is the equivalent of a desert in drought and begging for you to be rain. Like the sweet inebriation of whiskey to soothe my sorrows; within your every substance would I drown myself.        
         
My euphoria of choice; an addiction in the making do I envision of you. Though a preeminent of poisoned pleasures exist, would I heartily reach out at any expanse to zealously attain you from upon the shelf.        
         
Does one not need to indulge in such vices to thrive? A most necessary requisite to nourish themselves in keeping with their vigor, by feeding their hunger and quenching their thirst?          
         
In a thousand ways, a hundred years, day by day and minute by minute; am I absolute. With an indisputable force, would I have no forbearance in selecting my most desired poison. With precedence, wantonly would you be my first.          
         
....Yes, am I a sinner in which, you as my host , do I resort to being a beggar. Although forgiveness have I asked , do I still long to be that prisoner; pardoned if only breifly, you the only craving in which I have an undisputed say.