Feeding (A)


She kisses like she's hungry

Like she will ravenously consume

My lips, my tongue

Tasting with teasing licks as

She works up her appetite

Tempting herself, trying to hold back

As she savors the feeling of need

Deep within

Then, famished to the point

Where passion takes hold

She will lunge into her feed

Devouring, devouring

Sucking forth the very air from my lungs

As I clutch fingers through her hair

Unsure whether to push away

For fear of losing myself forever

Or give in to this

Delightful meal I have become.


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