Feast Or Famine

Passionate kisses fall upon my hungry lips,

As loving hands caress my cheeks

 

Knowing eyes look deep into my soul,

Searching for my innocence

That wanders lost and starving

Inside my darkness 

 

Soothing words call forth restrained emotions

Locked deep within the ravenous confines of my loneliness 

 

The sweet aroma of your passion

Wafts gently into my nose

And fills my head with the promise of your delectable sustenance

 

Shall I break my fast

And ingest your delicious promises

That entice my hungry senses?

 

Do I let my love starved innocents

Be found by your searching eyes?

 

Shall I follow those soothing words

Straight to the rapturous bounty

That is your love?

 

Do I trust those loving hands

And take hold,

And be pulled from the dark depths

Of my loneliness and emotional famine

 

Am I ready to feast upon the sumptuous banquet you offer?

Or has my appetite been lost forever?

 

I think I will just taste your passionate kisses

And let my heart decide

How hungry it really is.

Reviews

[Mitch]

I really liked this. To jump or not to jump? Haven't we all been there? The way you describe the other person goes to support how badly the writer wants to just give in. I'm honestly surprised that they held their reserve. You had my attention the whole way.

Nice read.