I am like a starving man who walked for miles thru an endless flat plain. Heavy with my thoughts and my yearning, I tread toward an expanse of trees in the distance. The fragrant and lush shade soothes my skin as I fill my arms full of perfect fruit. I am without manners in this ache. I crush into the soft skin of precious peaches, and the taste of warm sunshine rolls down my chin. I feed my greed for flesh wet and sweet, gorging on the gorgeous. You are my exquisite hunger, and devouring such ripeness sustains me.
(Funny how alot of stuff I have written is about FOOD… LOL)
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