Feed Me Lots Not Bits Of Love Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Feed me lots not bits of love.
Don't nibble on my need.
Paradise is closing in.
With your seizing ability.

Feed me lots not bits of love.
I'm nearly on my knees.
Weakened from a heart that's full,
From your teasing needlessly.

There's not a door you view,
Around me locked.
For reasons to hide secrets.
Each flaw and blemish I have got,
Reveals I am real.
From bottom to top.

Feed me lots not bits of love.
And pleased you will always be.
Knowing what you've given to receive,
Is my devotion. Honesty and truth to know...
For you always guaranteed.