Starving to dead

I am starving to Dead....

My muscles beg to move on your way....

My skin just wants the touch of your hands

So desperately

So insane

My body is hungry....

From you

From your withe shoes....

To your broke glasses....

And your perfect way to move

Your intellectual comments....

And the times you try to feel me...

In ways that I can't explain.....

All of me want you....

Like my body needs food to live

And facts to believe....

And all I think is

You.....

And all I want is

You.....

Because....

I am exhausted....of starving

Myself

And I know....

That the first kiss you give me after this...

Is going to be like that first taste

Of my favorite....dish.

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