The Feast

October 10, 2006

Feasting
On the freshness of your presence
I am the vulture
Devouring you

Your beauty paralyzes
Fragrance breaks the spell
I taste you
Savor the juices
Am sated
Yet still lust for more

There is no greater feast
Than you
I will not stop
Until you are lost in me

Type: Poetry

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