PLEASE, DON'T LET ME STARVE OR GO HUNGRY

ASKING

My mouth waters as
I think of you nose
to toes, front to back,
side to side--all of you.
A hunger that's buried
deep in my soul, loins,
and heart--always wanting;
always reliving, retouching;
re-tasting, re-entering, probing
and being probed again.
OH,
my lover, please don't
let me starve of go hungry.
The slightest morsel, the smallest drop
will start my recovery from
wanting, desiring, and deep
need to share all of you....
please don't let me starve
or go hungry...feed me...
oh feed me. I'll meet you
at the Kissing Place
for my full meal of you.
OKAY?