I ache with a hunger for every part of you
your fingers, your eyes, your thoughts
My senses seek your body's tempting scent
like a lone animal prowling and ravenous
I could devour even the sensual shadows
falling from your legs as you walk by me
I want to taste again your sweet sweat
as it beads on your neck and down your back
Like a vampire I need your body each night
Or I shall surely die from the lack of it
Bread and water no longer fill nor quench me
Only you and the sustenance you give let me live
So you are now and forever my manna, promised
Dripping wet as the dew in the morning grass
Now beloved, know this, you can feed me or watch me die
But If I must die, let me do so with the taste of you upon my lips.
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