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29 October 2009 @ 03:34 am
So Hungry, Need Food  
This piece will pretty much speak for itself, so I don't believe that I need to preface it with anything but this. Enjoy!

So Hungry, Need Food
29 Oct 2009
3:34 AM

I am wavering, along the path I'm walking at present.
My mind is made and then quickly unmade, within hours.
Holding my empty soup cup out, I want wedding soup.
Or top grade steak, so put away your generosity.
My teeth are growing dull, and my tongue is bored.
Let me sharpen and entice them with your tender flesh.
Feel them sink smoothly through the meat, into veins.
May blood trickle into my hungry mouth, or squirt even.
Like a delicious orgasm and your artery the clitoris.
I will tease the fuck out of you, until the very last drop.
Living life to the lees, as I crush yours like a juice box.
Discarding what I do not require, in a similar fashion.
Oh, how I could really go for such excitement.
Come on over for a quick bite atleast, dear.
You might enjoy it, but you might never know.

She swirls the sediment and the pond goes murky.

I see you there, you pretty thing.
I want to taste your lips on mine;
feel your arms around my neck.
Our hearts beating a chest away.
Eyes open or eyes closed, I wonder,
as your breath tickles my face.
Curious fingers trace new curves,
and they run through new hair.
Those sweet eyes looking at me,
how I wish to climb inside and live,
but that's now how a knight lives.
To protect and hold ever so close,
to give sweet kisses on lips and hands,
but seldom be their one true prince.

Bittersweet endings . . . FUCK YOU!

I'm beginning to think that this is not the right path.
But, I'm one that "never knows best!" concerning myself.
Perhaps, Oscar was right with his thoughts on the matter:
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself."
I want to give in to this hunger welling up inside,
but I also want continue on through this desert.
I mean, I only have to stay for forty days,
and forty nights, to test my worth as a man.
Though it feels like, so much longer.