A cloying contradiction
embrace would be food for my hungry heart
nourishment to my insatiable soul.
touch, fills my senses over flowing, still I want more
completed in a way I never knew I lacked
and yet still I need, more and more.
satisfied aneedful longing
yet consuming desire burns ever brighter,
your, yours, for you.
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