My heart is hungry ASF. But I don't know who to feed to it that enjoy the sauce of luv. Not all luv tastes the same dripping from the lip. But damn if that ain't the truth of regurgitating the bitterness trapped in spit. Empty n hollow the chest is starving for someone deeper than reaching for the surface. Never too try is worse than not at all in which hurts less. As my pulse needs a spike to revive some sorta life. Emotion hasn't eaten in such a life time. But who has enough flavor in a single drop to satisfy passion awaiting to be fulfilled? Savoring a suck to get to the juices spilled. Safety hasta avoid the poison fed by tainted intent. It would be nice to be able to trust a friend. To nibble on the edges of desire for a lil while. As the feast that is soon to follow creates a smile. Seeking the craving so sweet it awakens the pulse. To cook up a treat so delicious taste buds cling to the skin. Licking up the perspiration leaking from the inner makings overflowing to be known. Ohhh. I have the munchies for a real down home meal. N I wanna play with my food until the sun come back up to claim the bellies full feel...
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