__________by Tayloredpoet
Maybe if I’d never supped on the sustenance which is you……
I wouldn’t crave you so…
Perhaps if never I had succumbed to the pure sexual prowess which you possess…..
My desire would now be at rest.
But I have… and now I’m addicted.
Like the veins of a heroin addicted clucker….
My body requires the "needle" which brings forth your elixir…..
Like the taste buds of an alcoholic which is anonymous…..
My insides require the liquor which brings forth your fountain….
Your fountain….
Raining down on me like flood rains in flood plains in the tribal bushes of me.
My instincts are keen…..
I need the soil which is me to overflow with the pure acid rain that drips from your "thang"/drives me insane/makes me scream your name….. causes red hot flames….
Brush fires of desire….
Rushing through my forest/ swept through with the force of a southeastern wind…
Fanning….. my fire/that singes my skin….hot to the touch….
Needing liquid so damn much….
Just rain on me I implore…..
Would I crave this nectar…
this manna from heaven that sings songs of lust from betwixt your thighs so much if never I had supped? I think not quite as much…
Would I lie awake the ceiling serving as my cell as I attempt which my imagination, though vivid, not the same, to re-create your touch…..
taking my fingers there rubbing/touching/thrusting/grinding/ UGGGG, poor substitute….
Entering that same tribal bush…. Stopping!
Damn!
Not the same… your rain…. It’ sweet and salty and……
Your touch… It’s soft and tender and……
Dammit I can’t maintain!…..
Why can’t you appear at the mere mention of your name…….
Pleasing me/allowing me to soak up the flood…..
your liquid evaporates at the tip of my tongue….
Provides me with nutrients… protein perhaps….
I’m anemic in need of the rich iron fortified creamy formula that drips & drops from your love canals….
Like an infant I’m screaming FEED ME! Maybe I’ve got colic?
Hell no, I’m famished! I need sustenance….
I’m Hongry! I’m thirsty….
Just a drop I implore……
Would I crave this feast….
This banquet of treats that makes my limbs weak…. Makes my skin tweek….
My palette screams for your taste…. Your essence/your flavor your/body candy…..
Yours is the temple at which I lay my sacrifice…..
The offering, my body/liquid/skin/ fuck it, my cum….
Cum with me enter me/ feast of me/ take me higher….
Shyt I’m bout to explode like a balloon floating with helium insides/ I wanna ride
I wanna consume this feast….
Like collard greens & cornbread & sweet potatoes to a southern man who’s been locked in jail with nothing to feast on but water and bread, I’m starving…..
Damn I’m rambling….
I need sustenance both for my body and my head….
I can’t think straight, my thoughts falling out like the words of someone w/tourettes
(shyt/damn/mutherfucker)
I get weak when I can’t feast…. Of your treats… your sweets..
You’re….. pleasing to the eyes.. but more so to the touch…
I’m in heat cause I need some pussy! Oommm…….
Relax
Relate
Release….
Fuck that feed me, like little Audrey in the little shop of horrors…
I need flesh….
Your flesh against my flesh….. your flood pouring dripping raining on my flood….
Which for the record will be a torrential hurricane/
a tropical storm of lust if you don’t hurr up and feed me!
See….. ya should have never allowed me to supp on your feast like an emaciated dog getting full /fat on the hog… sorry ya’ll. I need some….
And I now I know that I know that I know I would never have craved this shyt if I never had gotten hit off a bit….
I wouldn’t be feenin and cravin and needin it if it hadn’t been so damn good and shyt…. For some reason I’m losing my prior eloquence….
Hell, I’m in heat…. I think.
So I ask… I beg….. I’m….begging…..
Just a drop… I implore I need some Love rain down on me, on me…. down on me
Just a drop, I implore?
